Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
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Myra Arceneau Dashiell
Adrift in a warmth of sleep, Ellie tucked in against his shoulder, relaxed in a sea of tranquility against the hum of the H-Type Nubian Yacht, he was dead to the world. That was until the tranquility was broken by a small terror known as Phoebe Dashiell.
“Papa?” A whisper that tried to be hushed yet was anything but. “Papa are you sleeping?”
Waiting for no answer, Phoebe crawled onto the bed. Soon a My Little Ropo pajama-clad youngling was leaning over him, one little hand on his face as she braced herself. Nose crinkled in disgust and she continued talking the comically loud ‘whisper’.
“Papa you need to shave.” Little hand patted his cheek, continuing to speak. “Papa get up its time to go runnin’.”
Groaning a little, Makai worked on detangling his limbs from Ellie. Carefully, but given the hushed “whispers” their daughter was speaking in, it was only a matter of time until she woke. There was nothing more chatty than a child at five in the morning and Phoebe was no exception to that rule.
Makai held nothing but pride for his daughter. Phoebe favored him in looks. She was an early riser like himself. Equally chatty as he was as a child. She was taking to gravgolf and just learning the basics of surfing. Yet her personality stemmed from his wife .Smart as a whip and was learning Huttese already - hell,nearly mastered it in comparison to himself. She was, just like her mother, equally demanding and extremely stubborn.
He would be unable to give a simple ‘no’ and move on.
“Starlight, we’re on the Tranquility, right?” Makai could see the confident nod in the relative darkness. “That means we’re stuck in space. We can’t leave to go running. Not until we get where we are going.”
The half-Galan partially expected this. It was Phoebe’s first real long haul trip. Most of her life she had been tucked away on Joiol or taken on short jaunts to see himself or Ellie working on a nearby planet. Even visiting Empress Teta regularly was much shorter than cutting across the galaxy. The luxury vessel had two levels but was miniscule for a child who grew up spending her days running around an estate.
“Oh.” Phoebe seemed to consider this turn of events, still using his face to brace herself as she peered over across his body at her parents. “We can make breakfast and play My Little Ropo.”
“After breakfast you have your Huttese lessons.” Which wouldn’t take but thirty-minutes, the attention of a small child wasn’t long. “Right now, we’re going to sleep in and then make breakfast for Mama.”
Makai reached up and helped Phoebe navigate between them as he scooted over. Looking entirely too pleased to be included with her parents this early in the hour, Phoebe sat back against a pillow but kept talking.
“Papa, what’s sleep in?”
“Its where we all go back to sleep until later.”
“That’s not fun.”