Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
ORRON III
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Little legs tried to climb the large rocks and boulders along the lake shore. Giggles echoed across the landscape, breaking through the sounds of a woodland bordering farmland as far as the eye could see. A new growing season had started, the hills a waving ocean of fresh green everywhere the eye could see.
“C’mon Phoebe!” Kellan was on a slightly higher rock, hand outstretched.
“I can do it.” Phoebe didn’t reach for Kellan’s hand, tongue stuck out in determination.
Barely feet away, two nanny biotdroids hovered, keeping an eye on their young charges.
Much further away, Makai stood with Ellie and Thirty-Seven, a sketchbook in hand. The adults were turned towards the two children but engrossed in the next step of their plan. Yet a section of his iced azure gaze stayed on his daughter and nephew.
The scene in front of them was one of the reasons why the decision to build on Orron III came along. Their Slice project would still come to fruition as well. The galaxy had been in turmoil since Phoebe was born and like any father, safety was top of mind. Allowing Phoebe, and by extension Kellan, to act like normal children away from prying eyes. From war and the fear of being kidnapped or exploited.
More than ever having more than one location for the family to retreat to was imperative.
They were on the very edge of Arkhun Farm, a good distance away from the main house but still close enough where little legs could technically walk there. Breathing room and the chance to enjoy the large lake.
“How are you feeling about this section of property?” Like anything in life, Makai was wise enough to know a happy wife made a happy life. “The lake is nice.”