I R O N
RONION OUTSKIRTS, MANDALORE
The excuse was as thinly-veiled as they came.
Yet no one would dare bat an eye. Officially, Mand'alor the Iron had plucked a young member of the Iron Wolves away from their duties. The reason? An inspection of the organization's training abilities via a personal audit. Simple. Clean. Efficient. No one would bat an eye at the Sole Ruler taking a day for this task. However, if one bothered to look between the lines even a little bit, they would see the justification for the bullshit that it was.
The truth?
Quality Time.
Ever since the Empire had liberated Ketaris, the young Torva had been under Aether's wing. In fact, he formally adopted her as his own daughter mere months after she adopted the Resol'nare. From that point on, there never seemed to be enough time. From the Diarchy, to the Imperials, to now the Lightbearers...there was always another fight. Always another nail that needed to be hammered into place. Neither Mand'alor nor Iron Wolf shied away from their duties - but the call of honor made home empty.
So for one day, they would simply be.
Aether had given his daughter the coordinates to a rare oasis on the outskirts of Ronion, Mandalore's northernmost city. By all accounts, the space was a modest reprieve from the desert heat. A pool of clear, drinkable water was present, a few palms and other vegetation, and just enough shade made it an ideal spot for their rendezvous. When he arrived, it was via landspeeder. He packed decently for an overnight stay in the wilds and promptly deposited his pack at the water's edge.
And while excitement bubbled in his chest,