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Private Where the Wild Things Are

Violet Charr had begun to suspect that the man in Iziz who assured her the trail was perfectly safe possessed a very different understanding of the word safe than she did. In fairness, he had warned her about the wildlife, and Violet could hardly blame him for her decision to venture farther into the wilderness than she had originally intended. What had begun as a simple opportunity to see something of Onderon beyond its city had gradually become several hours of wandering beneath an enormous green canopy, following one interesting sight after another until the distant sounds of civilization had disappeared entirely. She had known she was going farther than planned. She simply had not considered that a problem until now.

There was so much life here. That had been the first thing Violet noticed after leaving Iziz behind, and even now, with considerably more immediate concerns demanding her attention, she could feel it surrounding her through the Force. Small creatures moved beneath the tangled roots and fallen leaves. Winged animals called through branches high overhead, while insects produced a constant chorus among vegetation so dense that Violet could not begin to identify everything hidden within it. Kesh had no shortage of wilderness, but this was unfamiliar, and after spending so much of her life on one world, there was something almost intoxicating about discovering how differently life had developed somewhere else.

Unfortunately, one particularly large example of Onderonian life was currently occupying the clearing ahead of her.

Violet stood remarkably still as her violet eyes traveled upward, taking in the creature from where its powerful limbs met the earth to the massive wings folded against its body. One hand remained near the lightsaber concealed beneath her jacket without actually touching it, while the other rested loosely at her side. She had seen a drexl before. Or rather, she had seen images of drexl before, which Violet was rapidly discovering was not remotely the same experience. A picture on a datapad had done a remarkably poor job communicating exactly how enormous the creatures were.

It had also failed to adequately emphasize the teeth.

"Oh."

The quiet word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, although the drexl seemed unimpressed by her observation. Violet watched as its head shifted toward her, and something in its posture changed enough that instinct warned her against making any sudden movements. Instead, she carefully extended her awareness through the Force, touching the life around her without attempting to impose herself upon it. She could feel the creature more distinctly now. There was aggression there, certainly, but also agitation and something deeper that she could not immediately identify. Violet took one slow step backward, hoping distance might communicate an intention to leave more effectively than anything else she could offer.

The creature's head snapped toward her.

Violet stopped.

For several seconds neither of them moved, and somewhere in the back of her mind came the memory of lessons learned long before she had ever imagined standing in an Onderonian jungle. Her father had taught her to observe before acting, because fear encouraged haste and haste had a way of turning manageable situations into disasters. There was no reason this had to become a fight simply because she had stumbled into the wrong place. The drexl was an animal in its own territory, and Violet was the stranger who had wandered into it without knowing enough about the wilderness around her.

"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was leaving?"

The low rumble that rolled from the creature answered that question well enough, and Violet's fingers finally closed around her lightsaber. The warning came through the Force an instant before the drexl surged forward, giving her just enough time to throw herself sideways as enormous jaws snapped shut where she had been standing. She hit the ground hard against one shoulder but allowed her momentum to carry her through the fall, rolling back onto one knee as leaves and damp soil scattered around her. The yellow blade of her lightsaber sprang to life in her hand, its glow cutting through the shadows beneath the canopy while Violet turned toward the beast, expecting its size to make recovering from the missed attack cumbersome.

It did not.

The drexl twisted around with startling speed, bringing itself back toward her almost immediately. Violet rose smoothly and brought her lightsaber into a defensive position, though she made no attempt to close the distance between them. She had no desire to kill an animal simply because she had wandered into its territory, but neither compassion nor curiosity required her to allow herself to be eaten.

"You're fast." Violet regarded it for another moment before the creature growled again. "Yes, I noticed."

Another surge of warning passed through her senses, and Violet moved with it, trusting the Force rather than waiting for her eyes to confirm the danger. She sprang backward as the creature lunged, allowing the Force to carry her several meters above the ground until her boots struck the broad trunk of a tree. She pushed away immediately, twisting in the air before landing farther across the clearing while the drexl barreled through the place she had occupied moments earlier. One of its wings struck the surrounding branches with enough force to crack wood and send leaves cascading down around them.

Violet's expression tightened as something finally became clear within the tangled emotions she sensed from the creature. The aggression was still there, fierce enough to dominate almost everything else, but beneath it was something sharper. Something she recognized now that she knew what she was looking for.

Pain.

Her lightsaber lowered slightly as Violet concentrated upon that sensation. It changed the encounter considerably. The creature was not merely territorial or hungry. Something was wrong with it, and the realization immediately complicated what would otherwise have been a relatively straightforward decision about defending herself.

"Oh, what happened to you?"

The drexl answered with a roar powerful enough that Violet felt it in her chest. She stared at it for a moment before releasing a quiet sigh, her gaze remaining fixed upon the creature as it shifted restlessly in front of her. "Of course you're not going to make this easy."

Her yellow blade disappeared as Violet extinguished her lightsaber, though she kept the hilt in her hand. Trying to reach the creature through the Force while simultaneously threatening it with a weapon hardly seemed conducive to calming it, but the decision immediately began to feel questionable when the drexl charged again. Violet planted her feet and brought both hands forward, catching the creature with the Force before it could close the remaining distance between them.

Several tons of furious muscle and bone crashed against her invisible hold, and the impact drove Violet backward despite her preparation. Her boots dug through the damp earth, carving two shallow trenches while she poured more strength into keeping the creature away from her. Loose strands of dark brown hair fell across her face as she fought against its momentum, her concentration fixed not upon crushing or throwing the drexl but simply stopping it. She knew she could strike harder. Her father had never raised her to confuse restraint with helplessness, and if the choice became her life or the creature's, Violet knew which decision she would make. She simply refused to make that decision before it became necessary.

"All right," she managed as another step slid backward beneath her. "you are much heavier than you look."

The drexl suddenly wrenched itself sideways with enough force to disrupt her concentration. Violet's hold slipped, the pressure between them collapsing as the beast staggered free and she was forced back several steps before recovering her balance. Her hand tightened around the lightsaber hilt while she watched the creature regain its footing, aware that her options were becoming considerably narrower with each failed attempt to avoid hurting it.

The drexl turned toward her once again.

Violet slowly drew in a breath and steadied herself, allowing the Force to settle around her rather than reaching for it in panic. She had traveled beyond Kesh because she wanted to experience the galaxy her father had spent so many years telling her about. She wanted to meet its people, see its worlds, and understand all the strange and wonderful things that had existed beyond the horizon she had known for most of her life.

Apparently, nobody had thought to mention how frequently those strange and wonderful things might attempt to eat her.

"This isn't quite what I had in mind."

The drexl lowered itself to charge, and this time Violet ignited her lightsaber before it moved. Yellow light spilled across her face as she shifted her footing and prepared herself for the attack. She still had no intention of killing it if another option remained, but as the enormous creature launched itself toward her once again, Violet was rapidly running out of peaceful alternatives.

Cerrik Cerrik
 
The roar reached Cerrik long before he reached the clearing. He slowed. Not because the sound concerned him. If anything, it was the opposite. There was something distinctly wrong about it, something beneath the fury that tugged at his awareness through the Living Force. Cerrik had spent enough time around wild creatures to know the difference between an animal defending its territory and one acting from fear or pain.

He stepped between the trees, one hand resting loosely at his side as he followed the disturbance through the jungle. His brown robes had already accumulated their usual share of dust and leaves from the journey, and a few loose strands of dark brown hair had fallen out of place. His eyes narrowed slightly when the clearing came into view.

A drexl. And a Jedi. Cerrik's attention shifted immediately toward the woman. She was holding her ground against something several times her size without immediately resorting to lethal force. Her lightsaber was already ignited, its yellow blade casting light across the surrounding vegetation, but Cerrik could sense the hesitation behind her stance.

The drexl crouched. Cerrik sighed quietly. "Ah." He took another step forward. The creature launched itself. Cerrik moved. There was no dramatic flourish, no sudden ignition of his lightsaber. He simply reached outward with the Force, feeling the creature's movement before its massive body had crossed half the clearing.

The drexl's trajectory shifted. Not enough to stop it. Enough to make it miss Violet.

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
Violet had already committed herself to meeting the drexl's charge when something changed. She felt the intrusion through the Force almost as clearly as she saw its effect, another presence reaching into the creature's momentum and shifting it just enough that several tons of angry drexl passed beside her rather than through her. Violet pivoted away from its path, keeping the yellow blade between herself and the beast until she was certain it wasn't going to manage an immediate turn and come straight back at her.

Only then did her attention flick briefly toward the edge of the clearing. Someone else was there.

There wasn't time to offer more than a quick glance before Violet returned her attention to the drexl. The stranger had given her something considerably more useful than an introduction anyway. He had given her time, and after several increasingly unsuccessful attempts to calm the animal while simultaneously avoiding becoming its next meal, she wasn't inclined to waste it.

Violet extinguished her lightsaber and clipped it back beneath her jacket. The pain she had sensed earlier was still there beneath the creature's aggression, easier to distinguish now that she wasn't occupied with stopping another charge. She reached outward again, cautiously brushing against the drexl's presence through the Force. Rather than attempting to control its mind, she followed the pain, searching for its source among the overwhelming anger and fear surrounding it.

There.

Violet's eyes narrowed as she moved slowly to one side, trying to gain a better angle without provoking the animal again. Whatever was hurting it seemed concentrated along one side of its body. She couldn't tell exactly what had happened from where she stood, but knowing where to look was considerably more than she'd had a few moments ago.

"It's injured."

The words were directed toward the newcomer without Violet taking her attention completely from the drexl. She wasn't certain whether he had already realized that himself, although the precision of his intervention suggested he hadn't stumbled into the clearing entirely unaware of what was happening.

The drexl shifted, and Violet stopped moving immediately. Her awareness remained extended toward it, offering calm rather than trying to force the emotion upon a creature already frightened and hurting. She had no intention of testing whether it appreciated the distinction by getting any closer just yet.

"I think that's why it's attacking."

Only when the creature appeared unlikely to charge again that very instant did Violet risk another look toward the man who had intervened. There was unmistakable curiosity in her violet eyes despite the circumstances, accompanied by a small, grateful smile.

"Thank you, by the way. That was becoming considerably more complicated than I'd planned."

Her gaze returned to the drexl, and the smile lingered faintly as she considered the enormous creature. Not that any part of meeting a drexl had actually been part of the plan.

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik watched Violet for a moment after she spoke, his expression settling into something faintly approving. She had done exactly what he would have hoped another Jedi would do in the situation: she had stopped trying to win and started trying to understand.

He gave a small nod. "Yes. I noticed." His gaze returned to the drexl. "And judging by the way it's favoring that side, I'd say whatever happened wasn't recent."

He took a few slow steps sideways, deliberately keeping his movements measured and nonthreatening. The drexl's head followed him, but it didn't charge. That was enough.

"You're doing well," he added, almost conversationally. "Most people who find themselves staring down a creature that large tend to become rather attached to the idea of making it go away. Usually by making it very dead."

Cerrik crouched slightly, studying the animal's movements. "You're right about the attacks, though. Fear and pain make poor companions. Especially in something with teeth like those."

The drexl shifted again. Cerrik stopped.

He extended his awareness into the Force, allowing it to mingle with the creature's presence rather than pushing against it. The sensation came gradually. Its fear. Its agitation. The instinctive need to protect itself. And beneath it all, the sharp source of pain.

"There." Cerrik pointed toward the drexl's rear flank. "Something's embedded beneath the hide."

He glanced toward Violet. "I can't tell what from here. Could be a broken branch, a hunting spear, perhaps a piece of machinery. Whatever it is, it's causing enough pain that the creature has probably been trying to remove it itself."

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
Violet followed the direction of his gesture, narrowing her eyes as she studied the drexl's rear flank. Now that she knew where to look, the way the creature carried itself made considerably more sense. It kept shifting its weight away from that side, compensating whenever the injured leg was forced to bear too much of its considerable mass. Whatever had become lodged beneath its hide, the stranger was probably right about it having been there for some time.

"Which means getting it out would probably solve most of our problem."

Unfortunately, there remained the small matter of getting close enough to do that without being bitten in half.

Violet regarded the drexl thoughtfully. The stranger's praise had earned the faintest smile from her, although she wasn't entirely certain she deserved it. Killing the creature had certainly occurred to her once or twice during the last several minutes. She simply hadn't reached the point where it seemed necessary, especially after realizing there was pain beneath all that aggression.

There might be another way.

Violet had always found animals easier to understand than most people expected. She couldn't remember precisely when she had first discovered that the Force could bridge some of the distance between herself and another living creature. It had simply been something she could do, long before she had understood enough to give the ability a name. Her mother had eventually helped her understand it, but the instinct itself had always been there.

She slowly lowered herself into a crouch, making herself smaller without taking her attention from the drexl. Rather than reaching toward its injury again, Violet allowed her awareness to settle around the creature's mind. She didn't push. There was no command behind the contact and no attempt to suppress the instincts that had kept the drexl alive this long. Instead, she offered something simpler.

Calm.

The assurance that she wasn't hunting it. That the two beings standing before it weren't responsible for its pain. Violet let those impressions flow through the connection without trying to shape them into words, meeting fear with patience and aggression with an absence of threat.

"Easy."

Her voice was quiet, meant as much to accompany what she offered through the Force as anything else. Violet remained where she was rather than immediately testing whatever trust she might have gained by moving closer.

Her violet eyes shifted briefly toward the stranger.

"I might be able to calm it enough for one of us to get a look at whatever's in there."

A hint of amusement touched her expression as she looked back toward the drexl.

"Getting it to hold still while we remove it might be the more interesting part."

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik watched Violet lower herself into a crouch, and something in his expression softened. There was patience in the way she approached the creature. More importantly, there was respect. She wasn't trying to dominate its mind or force its instincts into submission. She was simply making herself understood.

The drexl's breathing gradually slowed. "There we are," he murmured. Cerrik smiled faintly. "I'd say you've already solved half the problem." He took another careful step forward. The drexl's eyes followed him.

Cerrik stopped. "Easy." He let the Force flow around him, not pushing against the creature's awareness but allowing it to feel his intentions. No threat. No aggression. Just another presence moving carefully through its territory.

After several seconds, he took another step. Cerrik continued until he was close enough to examine the creature properly. He crouched beside its flank, keeping his movements slow and deliberate.

Then he saw it. His expression tightened. Something metallic protruded from beneath the thick hide, partially obscured by matted fur and dried blood. It wasn't a branch. It was a piece of metal.

Cerrik leaned slightly closer without touching it. "Definitely not natural." He examined the angle of the object and the surrounding wound. "Looks like a piece of a hunting spear. Maybe a trap."

His jaw tightened slightly. "Whoever put this here either didn't know what they were doing or didn't care what happened to the animal afterward." He waited until the creature settled again before looking back toward Violet.

"You're right. Holding still is going to be the interesting part." A faint grin appeared. "But fortunately, I have an idea." Cerrik extended one hand toward the wound, stopping just short of touching the creature. "I'll remove it."

He glanced at Violet. "You keep doing exactly what you're doing. I'll handle the rest." Cerrik reached toward his belt and drew a small utility tool from his standard Jedi gear. He examined the metal once more.

"If I'm right, it's lodged between the muscle and bone. Pulling it straight out could cause more damage. So I'll need to loosen it first." A pause. Then Cerrik looked at Violet again.

"Once I start, it may panic." His voice remained calm. Cerrik carefully positioned himself beside the wound. "Ready?" He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers closed around the exposed metal.

"All right, friend." A quiet breath. "Let's get this out." Gentle but precise, Cerrik began working the metal loose.

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
Violet gave a small nod when Cerrik told her to continue, turning her full attention back to the drexl as he moved into position beside its wounded flank. The connection she had established with the creature remained tenuous, held together more by patience than any attempt to impose her will upon it. She could feel its suspicion of the man so close to its injury, the instinctive tension building through its body even before his fingers closed around the metal.

The reaction was immediate.

Pain tore through the fragile calm Violet had managed to establish. The drexl jerked violently, a roar exploding from its throat as its fear surged back to the surface. One massive wing snapped outward while its head twisted toward Cerrik, every instinct suddenly screaming that the thing beside it was responsible for what hurt.

Violet reached for the creature through the Force before those instincts could become action.

"Easy. Easy."

She didn't try to suppress the pain or force the drexl into stillness. Instead, Violet pushed reassurance through the connection between them, surrounding its panic with the same calm presence she had offered before. Cerrik wasn't the source of the old pain. He wasn't hunting it. He wasn't another threat that needed to be driven away. Violet held onto those simple impressions and allowed the creature to feel them alongside her own complete absence of fear or aggression.

The drexl resisted.

For several long seconds, Violet could feel little beyond pain, confusion, and the overwhelming impulse to protect itself. She remained where she was, crouched low enough not to appear threatening, her violet eyes fixed upon the creature while she continued feeding patience into the bond. Gradually, another awareness began to emerge beneath its panic. The metal had hurt before Cerrik touched it. His presence brought pain when he moved it, but the pain was changing rather than worsening without end.

"He's helping you."

The words meant little on their own, but Violet gave the feeling behind them through the Force. Safety. Help. Relief waiting beyond the immediate hurt.

The drexl's head remained turned toward Cerrik, but the threatened strike never came. Its breathing was still heavy, muscles trembling beneath its hide as another wave of discomfort passed through it, yet slowly the creature lowered its head again. Violet felt some of the aggression bleed away with it.

A faint smile touched her lips, though she didn't allow her concentration to relax.

"There you go."

She kept the connection steady, offering the drexl something familiar to hold onto while Cerrik continued working. It didn't understand what they were doing in any way Violet could have put into words, but she thought it was beginning to understand the part that mattered.

They weren't trying to hurt it.

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik felt the creature's panic spike through the Force and immediately stopped pulling. He could feel the drexl's muscles trembling beneath his hand, its instincts screaming at it to lash out. For a moment, Cerrik remained completely still, allowing Violet's presence to do what his hands could not. Her calm flowed through the creature like a steady current, giving its fear somewhere to settle.

Cerrik glanced toward her, then turned his attention back to the wound. The metal had shifted slightly. That was enough. Cerrik carefully adjusted his grip, using the Force to take some of the pressure off the surrounding tissue. Then, rather than pulling, he rotated the metal a fraction at a time.

He waited until the creature's breathing steadied before continuing. A small movement. Another. Then the metal suddenly gave. Cerrik pulled it free in one smooth motion.

The piece of twisted metal came away with a wet sound, and the drexl roared, its massive body jerking beneath him. Cerrik immediately released it and pushed himself backward, giving the creature room rather than trying to restrain it.

"Done."

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
The roar tore through the clearing, and Violet felt the drexl's pain surge with it. Her attention remained fixed upon the creature as Cerrik retreated, resisting the instinct to push more firmly against its fear. The source of its suffering had been removed, but that didn't mean the animal understood what had happened. As far as the drexl knew, someone had just caused another burst of agony in a wound that had already tormented it for far too long.

"It's all right."

She kept the reassurance gentle, reaching toward the creature with the same quiet presence she had maintained before. There was no demand that it stay still now, no need to convince it to tolerate another touch. Instead, Violet gave it room to feel the absence of what had been hurting it, allowing calm and safety to accompany the realization rather than trying to impose that understanding herself.

Her eyes flicked briefly toward the twisted piece of metal Cerrik had removed before returning to the drexl. "That was definitely doing more damage than I thought." She wasn't entirely sure how long it would take before the animal trusted the relief it was beginning to feel, but at least the worst of the problem was gone.

Violet slowly straightened, careful not to make herself suddenly larger or more threatening while the drexl remained agitated. A small smile touched her features as she glanced toward Cerrik. "I'm beginning to think my first encounter with one of these could have gone considerably worse."

Considering how it had begun, that was saying something.

Her attention settled once more upon the wounded creature. "Do you think the wound needs anything else, or should we leave the rest to it?"

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik watched the drexl for several long moments, paying attention to its physical movements. The animal was still wary, still hurting, but the sharp edge of panic had begun to fade. "The metal didn't appear to damage the bone. It'll be sore for a while, but creatures like this are remarkably resilient. Best we let it be and let nature run its course."

He rose slowly, brushing a few leaves from his robes. His attention returned to Violet. "And yes." Cerrik's eyes briefly traveled over her, checking for any injuries she might have overlooked in the excitement. "Your first encounter could have gone considerably worse. You could have been eaten."

Now that the immediate danger had passed for the most part, Cerrik turned his thoughts to something else. "I'm curious...what were you doing out here anyway?"

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
Violet looked toward the drexl as Cerrik gave his assessment, relieved to hear that the injury hadn't reached the bone. She could still feel the creature's discomfort, but it was different now. The immediate source of the pain was gone, and there was nothing more either of them needed to do except give it the opportunity to recover.

Then Cerrik pointed out that she could have been eaten.

Violet's violet eyes returned to him, and for a moment she seemed to consider the observation with appropriate seriousness. "Yes. I had actually managed to overlook that particular possibility." The faint smile that followed betrayed her amusement. "I'm beginning to suspect I may need to make some adjustments to how I explore unfamiliar planets."

His question only reinforced the thought.

"Exploring, mostly." Violet glanced around at the jungle surrounding them. "I grew up on Kesh, and until recently I'd spent almost my entire life there. There are thousands of worlds I've heard about but never actually experienced for myself. Onderon happened to be one of the places I decided to change that."

There hadn't been a mission waiting for her or some important task that had drawn her into the jungle. She had simply wanted to see it, which sounded slightly less sensible now that she was standing beside a man who had just helped prevent her from becoming a drexl's meal.

"I wanted to see what was beyond the settlements instead of spending the entire visit somewhere safe and familiar." Her gaze briefly returned to the recovering creature before she smiled. "Apparently I succeeded."

Violet paused before adding, "What about you? I doubt everyone who walks into this jungle happens to arrive exactly when someone needs help with an injured drexl."

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik gave a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he looked toward the path that disappeared into the jungle. "Not everyone." He paused, considering the question. "But I suppose I have a habit of finding trouble in places where trouble isn't supposed to be."

His attention returned to Violet, and there was a relaxed warmth behind his expression now that the immediate danger had passed. "I was actually looking for something." Cerrik glanced toward the dense canopy overhead.

"There's a small settlement a few kilometers east of here. One of the locals mentioned seeing an unusual disturbance out this way. Nothing particularly alarming, but enough that I thought I'd come take a look."

He shrugged. "Turns out the disturbance was an injured drexl." His gaze settled on Violet for a moment, studying her with mild curiosity.

"Kesh, you said?" There was recognition in his voice, though he didn't pretend to know the world intimately. "I've never spent much time there. Heard it's beautiful, though. Wild."

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
"At least we took care of your situation." Violet glanced toward the drexl, which seemed considerably less interested in attacking either of them now that the metal had been removed. Whether it had been the disturbance Cerrik had originally set out to investigate or simply something he'd stumbled across along the way, helping it had made the detour worthwhile.

His mention of Kesh brought a warmer smile to her face. "It is beautiful. Wild too, depending on where you go. I suppose I'm biased, though. It's difficult to give an impartial opinion about somewhere you've called home your entire life." There was no hesitation in the affection behind the words. For all her eagerness to explore the galaxy, leaving Kesh had done nothing to diminish what the world meant to her.

It was only then that Violet realized something rather obvious. Between an angry drexl, an embedded piece of metal, and trying to keep the creature from eating either of them, they'd somehow skipped one of the more basic parts of meeting someone.

"I just realized I never introduced myself." A slightly embarrassed laugh escaped her. "I'd like to blame the drexl rather than my manners. I'm Violet Charr."

She glanced at the recovering creature before looking back to him. "And since you already know where I'm from, I suppose that puts you slightly ahead. What should I call the person who kept my first trip to Onderon from ending considerably earlier than planned?"

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik slowed his pace slightly as Violet introduced herself, a smile forming beneath his short beard. There was something pleasantly disarming about the small embarrassment in her expression, especially after watching her calmly face down a creature capable of swallowing her whole.

"Violet Charr." He repeated the name once, committing it to memory. "Well, Violet Charr, it's a pleasure."

He gave her a slight incline of his head, the gesture carrying the quiet formality of a Jedi greeting without becoming overly ceremonial. "Cerrik." He gestured toward himself.

"Just Cerrik. Jedi Master, if we're being formal." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "And since you were kind enough to tell me where you're from, to make it fair, I'm from Lew'el."

His gaze briefly moved toward the canopy, sunlight filtering through the leaves. "You called this your first real trip away from Kesh. That takes some courage."

Cerrik had spent enough time traveling to know that leaving the familiar behind could be harder than facing danger. There was a difference between being forced onto another world by duty and choosing to step beyond everything you knew simply because you wanted to experience it.

"There's a lot of galaxy out there, Violet. More than anyone could see in a lifetime."

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
"Cerrik," Violet repeated, returning the slight inclination of his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you too. Formally or otherwise."

The smile beneath his beard caught her attention for a moment longer than the title that accompanied it. Jedi Master certainly explained some of what she had seen from him with the drexl, but there was an ease about Cerrik that Violet found more interesting than whatever rank he carried. He had walked into a dangerous situation without hesitation, helped an injured creature, and afterward seemed perfectly content to simply be Cerrik. She liked that.

"Lew'el," she repeated thoughtfully. "I don't know anything about it." Rather than embarrass her, the admission brought a familiar spark of curiosity to her expression. "Which probably means I should add it to the list."

His observation about courage earned a quieter smile. Violet wasn't certain she'd thought of leaving Kesh that way. She had wanted to go for years, and eventually wanting became doing. There had been difficult goodbyes and moments when the sheer scale of what lay ahead became intimidating, but excitement had outweighed them.

"I think staying when I wanted to leave would have been harder." She glanced through the jungle around them. "Kesh is home. I love it, and I expect I always will. But I didn't want the rest of the galaxy to remain stories other people brought back to me."

His comment about a lifetime drew an amused little smile that Violet kept mostly to herself. A lifetime was a rather flexible measurement in her family, but explaining exactly how flexible seemed unnecessary when they'd known one another for all of several minutes.

"Then I suppose I'll have to make good choices about which parts I see." Her eyes returned to Cerrik, lingering briefly on that easy expression of his. "So far, Onderon has given me a jungle, an injured drexl, and a Jedi Master from a world I know nothing about."

Her smile warmed.

"I'd say that's a fairly good beginning."

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik's smile deepened slightly at Violet's assessment, his gaze following hers through the surrounding jungle before returning to her. "Fairly good beginning," he agreed. "Though I suspect the injured drexl may disagree with being included as part of your sightseeing."

There was a quiet amusement in his voice. He glanced toward the creature, now considerably calmer than when they'd first encountered it. "As for Lew'el, you aren't missing much by not knowing about it. It's a largely forgotten world located in the Wild Space. Its an aquatic planet with scattered islands upon which the Lew'elan people live."

Cerrik looked back toward Violet, studying her with the same easy curiosity he'd shown since they'd met. "If you ever find yourself in that part of the galaxy, I would be happy to give you a tour of Lew'el."

His eyes lingered on hers a moment. Cerrik folded his arms loosely, studying her with quiet interest. "And I think you're right about leaving Kesh. Sometimes loving a place doesn't mean you're supposed to stay there forever. Some things are worth leaving home to find. Some people, too."

Violet Charr Violet Charr
 
"I suppose that's fair. The drexl probably wouldn't describe today quite as fondly." Violet glanced back toward the creature with a small smile. At least its encounter with the two of them had ended better than it might have. Perhaps that counted for something.

Cerrik's description of Lew'el immediately caught her interest. An aquatic world scattered with islands was unlike anywhere Violet had ever lived, and the fact that it was largely forgotten only made it more appealing. She had left Kesh to discover places she knew little or nothing about, after all. Visiting only the worlds everyone already talked about seemed like missing half the point.

Then came the invitation.

Violet's eyes met his, and the offer brought an unmistakably pleased smile to her face. "Be careful offering things like that to someone who has just admitted she wants to see everything." Her tone carried gentle humor. "I might actually take you up on it."

His gaze lingered, and Violet found hers lingering in return before his next words caught her attention. Some people, too.

There were several ways to interpret that, and she wasn't going to presume which one Cerrik intended. Still, something about the words settled pleasantly with her, enough that the warmth remained in her expression when she finally looked away toward the jungle.

"Maybe that's part of what I'm hoping to find." Violet considered it for a moment. "Places are part of why I left, but places are only scenery without the people who live there. I want to know them too. Hear their stories instead of only reading about them."

Her gaze returned to Cerrik, and that quiet spark of interest was there again.

"Considering my first day here introduced me to you, I'd say Onderon is doing rather well on that front too."

Cerrik Cerrik
 
Cerrik's smile lingered at her remark, his eyes briefly shifting toward her with an expression that suggested he wasn't entirely certain whether she'd just accepted his offer or warned him about the consequences.

"Then I'll consider myself warned." There was a quiet amusement in his voice. "Although, for what it's worth, I don't think seeing everything is necessarily a bad ambition."

Violet's words about wanting to know the people of the galaxy rather than merely seeing their worlds stayed with him. That, more than anything she'd said so far, seemed to resonate.

"That's a good reason to travel." Cerrik glanced at her. "Better than most, anyway." He looked ahead again. "Places change. Cities rise and fall. Borders move. Governments come and go. But people..."

He shrugged lightly. "People leave pieces of themselves everywhere. Stories. Traditions. Songs. The way they prepare food. The things they fear. The things they're proud of." A thoughtful smile crossed his face.

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Violet listened as Cerrik spoke, and somewhere along the way she realized she enjoyed doing so. It wasn't merely what he was saying, although much of it echoed her own reasons for leaving Kesh. There was an easy thoughtfulness to the way he spoke about the galaxy, as though experience hadn't made him dismissive of the smaller things that made one place different from another.

"That's what I want to see." Her gaze wandered briefly through the jungle before returning to him. "Not just monuments or famous places. I can find images of those without ever leaving home. I want to know why someone cooks something a particular way, or hear a song that everyone on one world knows and no one somewhere else has ever heard."

Growing up on Kesh had given Violet a culture she loved, but it had also taught her how much meaning could exist in traditions that outsiders might overlook. Some of her favorite memories weren't important enough to appear in any history. They belonged to family, friends, celebrations, meals, gardens, and countless ordinary moments that had shaped her life without ever shaping the galaxy.

"I suppose people are what make a place worth remembering." A thoughtful smile touched her lips. "My father told me stories about dozens of worlds while I was growing up, but most of the ones I remember best were really stories about someone he met there."

Her eyes settled on Cerrik again, and for a moment she found herself wondering what stories had brought him from an aquatic world in Wild Space to this particular jungle. There was considerably more to him than a Jedi Master who rescued her from a drexl, and she found herself wanting to discover some of it.

"Which means you're making Lew'el considerably more interesting already." The warmth in her smile carried just enough playfulness to acknowledge what she'd said. "Now I know someone from there."

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Cerrik's smile softened at that. "Careful, Violet." There was a quiet amusement in his voice as he glanced toward her. "At this rate, I'm going to start thinking you actually enjoy talking to me."

He let the teasing remark linger for a moment before his expression became more thoughtful. "But I understand what you mean." His gaze wandered through the trees, following a pair of small birds as they moved between the branches.

"That's how Lew'el was for me. Growing up there, I never thought of the ocean as something particularly remarkable. It was just... home." He smiled faintly.

"My family fished. We knew the tides. We knew which currents to trust and which ones would get you into trouble. Every island had its own little habits and stories." He gave a quiet laugh.

"And every fisherman had an opinion about how the others were doing everything wrong." Cerrik shook his head. His expression carried a touch of nostalgia now.

"I think that's one of the strange things about traveling. You don't always realize what made your home special until you encounter something completely different."

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