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Slight embarrassment registered within Naami as he remembered fully that zabrak were fairly unique in that way, and Micah wasn't the only one caught off guard by his companion's eyes. Naami felt rather taken aback as Micah's large, almost luminous eyes flew back open. His faint smile turned self conscious as he answered sheepishly.
"Yeah, we have two."
But soon his companion seemed to settle back into the task at hand. Naami watched as Micah fell into a meditative state, wondering if he'd looked much the same. He was just preparing to settle back and await the process…
With a jolt the boy seemed to reawaken, immediately blurting out.
Naamino blinked, very confused. It not that he didn't understand- he knew what "gay" meant, but he frankly had no clue what the boy could mean by it in this context. The zabrak had of course been taught the "buzzhawks and the kwis" but in the colony he grew up such things were generally talked about in a more utilitarian manner. His understanding of relationships stemmed largely from their role in forming families and how those families worked to support their greater community. There were of course gay people, one of Naami's classmates had three mothers, but he couldn't see how any of that related to here, now, and finding an ancient temple.
Just as the boy was about to speak, quizzical yet still friendly expression upon his face,
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rattled on. His hair stood on end, he seemed out of breath and jittery and still wasn't making much sense. Naami opened his mouth to interject but the boy practically shouted that he was HAPPY of course, that's what he'd meant. The zabrak leaned back and broke contact but didn't truly pull away, it was as if he was trying to logically asses the situation. When Micah gazed up into his eyes he found no damnation or judgement, only vague confusion tempered by the boy's pragmatic nature. He was clearly trying to make horns or tails out of the situation- attempting to understand his flustered friend. When the kit obscured himself in his hood it gave Naami a few extra moments to process. Handling this kind of stuff, navigating personal connection and spending time with peers, that somehow felt stranger to him and more challenging than his studies or connecting with the Force. But he gave it his best shot, halting and awkward at times but backed by a determination that they'd find the blasted temple soon so that they could make it back out of this desert alive. And, Force willing, finally get to take a shower.
"Hey Micah," the boy seemed determined to stay hidden so Naami reached out to push the hood gently back from his forehead.
"I don't- I'm really not sure what just happened," his expression was rather intense- brows scrunched with evident concern, "But this thing, this wayfinder showed me confusing stuff… when I meditated with it earlier."
He seemed to realize what his face was doing and that maybe he was crowding the boy, so he made a conscious effort to dispel some of the worry on his face and pulled back a ways so he could tuck the wayfinder in a pocket of his pack- trading it out for his last canteen of water.
"Uhm, here," and he offered it to Micah, "have to keep our strength up. And- maybe I'm not really understanding but… uhm it sounds like you have a good basis for dark side mastery, right? Powerful emotions aid us in that…? So- whatever vision you were granted, I'm sure you will use that on your journey to mastery."
He really wasn't sure it was the greatest pep talk he could've given, but he needed to be sure that whatever was going on with his new friend wasn't going to get them killed out here. Naami thought maybe he should say something else but realized that the storm seemed to be abating. He turned to look over his shoulder in verification.