the Kid for the Win
Atrisia
Hirata Sanctuary
Inosuke Ashina | Henna Ashina | Sol Dara
A single Davro-class light freighter roared out of hyperspace at an imperceptible speed. Its nose tipped toward the planet and descended without much fanfare. Atrisia's relationship with the Galactic Alliance made it an accessible planet to visit, but the X-Wing escort and check-ins frustrated Kyric to no end. He wondered whether or not his father dealt with that nonsense, even as the boy transferred his ship's tags and reported their purpose for their visit to the planet's security force.
Once cleared to land, Kyric's gaze shifted over to Sol in the co-pilot's seat. The mirialan had sharper features than he thought typical of a mirialan, but she bore their customary geometric tattoos. It made the distinct lack of headwear all the more confusing. Kyric always assumed the practice was something of spiritual importance to her people's faith.
"Hey, Sol," Kyric directed the ship away from distant metropolises and barren fields toward a span of mountains east of them. "I haven't met many mirialans personally, but some of the readin' I've done said it's pretty commonplace for force sensitives to wear head coverings and the like. I noticed you don't. There any particular reason?"
Kyric exuded sincerity with his question, Sol would have little trouble picking up on it. The kiffar very much wore his heart on his sleeve.
Snowy mountains and frozen rivers would eventually give way to a single estate nestled away from the much larger cities of the planet. Kyric veered the vessel that way. He did a complete circle above the sanctuary, stopping only after the Cerulean Blossom hovered above a large enough space to house the light freighter. The ship descended several hundred feet to touch down on the snowy earth right beside where two figures already stood.
The hulking piece of refurbished metal rocked from left to right on contact but otherwise went inert. "Perfect," Kyric said to himself and stood. He engaged the ramp, which descended twenty to thirty feet behind them. Moving toward the ramp, he stopped at the top, turned back toward Sol, pantomimed a deep and over-the-top bow. "This way, my lady."
The kiffar chortled all the way down the ramp to where Inosuke and Henna Ashina awaited them.
"Good day, Master Inosuke," Kyric bowed first to Inosuke, then to Henna. "Master Henna." His best approximation for anything traditional by Atrisian standards was most certainly laughable, but it's not as if his master had been strict on the matter of decorum thus far and Kyric was doing his best. The kiffar straightened and motioned to his guest. "This is Sol. She's not the most prepared for the Jedi thing, so I thought, maybe, this could be a good place for her."