Faction Leaving the Nest

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Ukatis fares well. Much better than...ah, during your last visit." Her smile took on a somber note. Rayia Si ‘s previous – and possibly only – visit to the little agriworld had been during an invasion. "You have my thanks for helping to defend my homeworld. I should think that Ukatis would welcome you, should you choose visit." For a moment, her eyes seemed to be gazing somewhere far away,recalling the rolling fields of green and the busy humdrum of the refugee-camp-turned-town. "I would like for you to see it now that much of the damage to the capital has been repaired."

One of the kits sprinted from the rock Rayia was lounging on, darting into the snow. As the Felacatian plucked the little racyon from the pile of cold crystals, Ryana mina and Pip settled next to her. Cora laughed softly. "Fuzzy, over there," she gestured toward where Vera Noble and Mahsa were handling a spitfire of a racyon kit. The newly named Arum was hissing at her own father for daring to come near her food – a trait taken from her mother, no doubt.

"He's Vera's racyon. There's one more kit – Estella – but she's back at home with Makko."

Braze ‘s arrival was met with a kind smile. It had been some time since they'd spoken, and Cora had wished she'd remedied that sooner.

"I think they're cute when they're grown, too," she cooed while reaching over to scratch Lula behind one ear. Said ear twitched, as if the mother racyon knew those words were said for her benefit. "Are you interested in taking one home, Braze? They can take a bit of work, but make for lovely companions."

She tilted her attention back toward the young Zabrak, watching as Azurine Varek ‘s uncertainty was melted by the little racyon's charms. Sylvania, the foremost racyon breeder on Ukatis, had once told her that racyons often chose their humanoid companions, not the other way around.

"Cinnamon sounds like a fine name," she agreed heartily. “Take good care of her, Azzie.”

Drystan Creed seemed to be under the racyon's spell, too - or at least, his curiosity had been piqued. "They're very nimble creatures," Cora supplied. "They also have a knack for sharing precognitive visions with those they've formed a bond to."

She couldn't be certain what type of work he did, but if she had to guess based on his assessment of the kit, perhaps his missions were of the more covert nature. "Now all that's left is a name."

Another adult racyon bounded up to Lula. Jonyna Si followed soon after, breathing slightly ragged from the chase. "Nimble indeed," Cora murmured, amused.

Eyeing Guffy, Lula pinned her ears back and growled in warning. A few paces away, a curious racyon kit padded up to Noah Corek Jr. and sniffed at his boots.

 

[Jace Rhane]

Ah, lunch.

Lunch was a great time to be Jace.
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Jace, a complicated, variable man as any Jedi or man for that matter, enjoyed many things, and appreciated quite a bit more. But lunch? A delicacy, a moment to pause in the middle of the day, appreciate your day, contemplate the rest of it, enjoy a succulent meal... now that, that- was meditation. And his current meditation was jam, butter, and honey he had gathered from one corner of the galaxy to the other. Bread made from the finest wheat in the galaxy, on the Outer Rim. Jam from the harvests of the Inner Core of fruits so sweet and delicate that it took a month just to make enough jam to fit in the jar. Honey from-

The idea was, of course, Jace enjoyed his sandwich, his time.

However.

He was sitting on the bench, on Ukatis. He had put his sandwich down to lean over to his lunchbag and remove a fine glass of wine to pair with it- and once he returned his body back, it was gone. Jace looked around for the sandwich stealing culprit, a foul trick, a thief, a pariah, a monster dwelling in the shadows. The worst kind of beast, of criminal. The one who took a man's lunch.

What Jace didn't know, however-
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Is that it was a pair of tiny little creatures that took his lunch.

Not a Sith Lord, as his mind immediately raced to out of habit. Jace stood up, unable to even think about enjoying his wine at the least. He would find the culprit, he would find his sandwich, and he would bring them to justice! But in actuality, the culprits- having attracted some of their kin, were nearby, hidden just out of his sight, gnawing at his precious sandwich.

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[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

Vera laughed softly as the little kit hissed at Fuzzy, her fiery eyes lighting up with amusement. "Well, someone's feisty," she said, watching Fuzzy freeze mid-reach, his paw lingering in the air as if caught red-handed. The tiny Racyon puffed up indignantly, but instead of retaliating, he let out a series of grumbly chirps that sounded like a mix of annoyance and sulking.

"Oh, come on, Fuzz," Vera teased as the little troublemaker turned tail and scrambled up her arm, settling on her shoulder. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck with exaggerated drama, clearly trying to garner sympathy. Vera reached up to gently scratch under his chin, her voice softening. "Don't be pouty. You'll get your snackies soon, I promise."

Fuzzy let out a reluctant chirp that could only be interpreted as fine, and Vera chuckled again, giving him a reassuring pat.

Her attention shifted back to Mahsa, her grin widening as she watched her friend carefully tend to the feisty kit. The name suggestion made Vera's expression light up. "Arum?" she repeated, tilting her head thoughtfully before nodding enthusiastically. "I love it. It's perfect — cute but with just the right amount of spice for this little troublemaker."

She beamed at Mahsa, clearly thrilled to see her friend bonding with the kit. "You've got your hands full with that one, but I can already tell you're going to be a great team."

Just as Vera was about to continue, Fuzzy perked up on her shoulder, his ears twitching as his gaze locked onto something in the distance. He chirped insistently and pointed with a paw, his little body vibrating with excitement. "What is it, Fuzz?" Vera asked, turning her head to follow his gesture.

That's when she saw it.

Sitting a few feet away, half-hidden behind a bush, was a chubby little kit. Its fur was a mix of soft grays and whites, and it was currently scratching its rear with an intensity that made Vera snort with laughter. "Oh no," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Look at that little gremlin."

Without hesitation, Vera started walking toward the kit, her steps slow and deliberate so as not to startle it. The kit paused mid-scratch, its wide eyes meeting Vera's before it tilted its head curiously. Fuzzy let out a series of encouraging chirps, clearly backing Vera's choice.

"Mahsa," Vera called over her shoulder, her voice filled with excitement. "I think I just found my one." She crouched down, extending a hand toward the kit, who stared at her for a moment before waddling forward, its little nose twitching as it sniffed her fingers.

Vera's grin widened as the kit placed its tiny paws on her hand, looking up at her with the most innocent expression. "Oh, you're perfect," she cooed, scooping the kit up gently and cradling it against her chest. The little one let out a soft chitter, clearly content with the attention.

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[Mahsa]

"I think feisty is an understatement…" A soft smile remained on her lips even as she helped dust the snow out of Arum’s fur yet again, before holding the kit up so she could stare directly into her hazel colored eyes.

"That’s your dad, Arum." Part of her was still unsure how much racyons could understand, especially a kit as young as her, but Fuzzy certainly seemed to pick up on most of not all of Vera’s words… "He’s a little troublemaker at times, but he’s a good racyon… so let’s not be too mean at him, okay?"

The bushy tail flickered twice before settling again, and Mahsa could’ve sworn the kit’s cheeks had puffed indignantly for a second, before a softer chitter finally escaped little Arum. The padawan smiled as she cradled the kit close to her chest, the little spitfire’s attention back on the bigger Fuzzy as she thrilled out what Mahsa hoped was an apology, before offering her another green grape.

"What about—" Her words cut off as Fuzzy began pointing towards the brush, the older racyon almost vibrating as he tried to guide Vera’s attention to whatever he’d spotted. Another kit, their fur a mix of greys and whites, meticulously scratching their rear while oblivious to the rest of the world.

"Your mom’s gonna scold you," she said, a smile coloring her voice as she continued. "But the triplets and Eryx are gonna love it~"

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Junior was content to simply lean against a pillar in the Temple courtyard and observe the proceedings around him; it was much more calm and peaceful compared to the ruckus that usually occurred in and around the barracks. He watched and smiled as the various people, both young and older, played with and adopted the kits that they found or were found by.

He was however quite surprised when a kit padded its way over to him. Raising an eyebrow as the kit approached he made sure to stay still to not spook the baby animal. He chuckled lowly, again to not scare it as it sniffed away at his boots, mostly likely smelling new scents from his previous deployment.

The curious little kit had dark grey fur over most of his body, with his paws being black and stereotypical dark fur around his eyes. The thing that made this particular kit stand out was a streak of reddish/orange-ish fur that ran from the beginning of his tail to the base of his neck.

“Well aren’t you a curious little stinker?” Junior spoke with mirth in his voice as he bent down, reaching for a ration bar he always had tucked away, breaking off a piece for the kit to eat.

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan's analytical gaze lingered on the kit, eyes darting across its features. Light fur, lighter than average for its species. Strong too, despite its youth. After a moment, he gave a decisive nod. "Precognition. An asset. Hm. He has potential to be a good companion in the dark." His tone carried a clinical intrigue. "I'll be keeping this one."

He turned his attention briefly to Cora, then to the larger mother racyon, Lula. "I'll take good care of Brazier," His statement testing the name aloud. Fitting, perhaps. "For every light that is, casts a shadow."

Without further ceremony, Drystan scooped the small kit into his free hand, cradling it carefully against the arm immobilized in his sling. The kit wriggled for a moment before settling, its tiny claws gripping lightly at the fabric of his coat.

He glanced back at Cora, his words calm but pointed. "Do you have any objections?"

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

Braze Braze ‘s arrival was met with a kind smile. It had been some time since they'd spoken, and Cora had wished she'd remedied that sooner.

"I think they're cute when they're grown, too," she cooed while reaching over to scratch Lula behind one ear. Said ear twitched, as if the mother racyon knew those words were said for her benefit. "Are you interested in taking one home, Braze? They can take a bit of work, but make for lovely companions."

"Do they get along with other species?" Braze asked. "I've got Soot and Squeaks, and a ton of little Wish lizards. My sister also has these tiny sugar birds," he added lightly. "I'm sure Soot wouldn't mind another fluff ball to snuggle—she takes oddly good care of Squeaks."

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

Vera laughed softly at Mahsa's comment about the triplets and Eryx, her multi-colored eyes sparkling with mischief as she cradled the new kit against her chest. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she replied, her voice warm. "Can you imagine the chaos? It's going to be legendary."

The little gray-and-white kit squirmed slightly in her arms, letting out a soft, curious chitter as it tilted its head toward Fuzzy. The older Racyon was still perched on Vera's shoulder, his body vibrating with excitement as he chirped at the newcomer, clearly eager to inspect his new friend.

"Alright, alright, Fuzz," Vera said, her tone affectionate as she gently lifted the new kit toward him. "Say hello, but be nice."

Fuzzy leaned forward, his tiny paws gripping Vera's shoulder for balance as he sniffed the gray-and-white kit. The little one stared up at him with wide eyes before letting out a tentative, high-pitched trill. Fuzzy chirped back, his tone approving, before reaching out to lightly boop the kit on the nose with his paw.

Vera giggled, her heart melting at the exchange. "See? You're already making friends," she cooed to the kit before turning her attention back to Mahsa. "And Arum's going to have a partner in crime now. We're in so much trouble."

She settled the gray-and-white kit back against her chest, stroking its soft fur as it nuzzled into her with a contented little sigh. Fuzzy, clearly satisfied with his inspection, scampered down Vera's arm and onto her lap, curling up next to the new kit.

Vera glanced up at Mahsa, her grin softening into something more affectionate. "What do you think? Should I take the risk and add another Fuzzy to my home?"

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[Mahsa]

She watched the careful interactions between Vera, Fuzzy, and the new addition to the family—a smile on her lips as her fingers gently stroked Arum’s soft fur. "See? Your sibling’s getting along with dad, so you can too… right, Arum?" Her voice was gentle as she spoke to the kit in her arms, those curious hazel eyes focused on the two racyons with Vera as the kit seemed to mull over Mahsa’s words.

"I know that look, Vera." Her attention turned back to the brunette as the Kazelrrian moved to sit beside her friend. "You’re taking that little one home even if I said no—in fact, I bet that was your plan from the start."

No wonder the Noble daughter had been so insistent they go see the kits today of all days… hopefully Master Valery wouldn’t be too upset, especially since Mahsa had a little troublemaker acquisition of her own.

She pulled out a few grapes from the pouch, handing one to Arum before the other two were held in her palm as an offering for Fuzzy and Vera’s new kit to take. "So, have a name for this little one in mind?"

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Makko Vyres]

"Don't look at me like that and stop trying to take it off."

Makko looked down as Estella as she scratched at the ribbon he had tied around her neck.

"If you keep it on, then I won't have to deal with a little girl getting really upset that she can't take you home!"

That was Makko's main fear. It was already hard to say goodbye to the other kits without having his heart broken like that.

"Your mum can understand a little of what Cora says, maybe when we bond more you'll understand more? Or you just have selective hearing..."

Makko held up one hand with his fist closed.

"Treat."

Estella sat up, nose sniffling in the air.

"Yeah, thought so..."

Makko let her see him place the bag of treats in his left pocket.


It was a short walk down to the temple courtyard. It felt much longer swapping the bag of treats between pockets and having a baby racyon - bow barely in tact - crawling over him to try and stuff a nose into it.

He grinned as he saw Vera and Mahsa playing with two of the kits. He placed Estella down on the ground. She darted for Luna, baring her teeth to try and tempt her into a play fight.

"Hey Braze," he said.

"How are we doing?" he asked Cora.

 

[Braze]

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After a moment—or three—of bombarding poor Corazona von Ascania with questions, Braze finally added, "I'd love to take one home, but I don't want to rob any younglings or city girls of a potential friend." His voice was soft, almost apologetic, as he offered a warm smile.

His attention shifted to Makko Vyres , and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Hello. So... did you ever tell the princess what we promised never to speak of?" he asked, his tone light but laden with teasing intent.

Before Makko could respond, Braze's focus moved to the fluffy creature Makko held. The coy grin softened as he reached out carefully, offering the little fluff ball a sniff of his hand, his movements deliberate and gentle.

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[Corazona von Ascania]

A knowing smile played at Cora's lips while Drystan assuaged the tiny fluffball for its useful properties. She barely kept from breaking into a grin as he turned to the mother racyon, asserting that he would take good care of her kit.

Lula sneezed in response.

Cora shook her head. "If Lula is alright with it, then so I am. Brazier is a fine name. Cora, by the way," she said by way of introduction. "If Brazier ever gets lonely, please feel free to have her visit Lula. I'm certain she'd enjoy the company."

A pang of sadness slid from her chest and into her stomach. Like Makko, she found it difficult to say goodbye, but was comforted by the fact that the kits would be going to good homes.

Cora hummed in thought to Braze's question. "They can, but it depends on the personality of the racyon. They might try to eat the lizards."

Makko arrived with Estella, the kit he'd chosen to raise. As she tried to tempt Lula into a play fight, the brood mother hefted a paw over her daughter's back and hauled her closer. Estella squeed in protest as Lula began cleaning her face and neck, ruffling the carefully tied bow.

"I think we might find homes for all of them today," she answered Makko gently. She turned back to Braze, who extended a hand cautiously towards the kit. It was Lula who stuck her nose into his fingers, sniffing thoroughly before she licked her lips.

Cora arched a brow at Braze's teasing words, but gave Makko his space to answer.

Drystan Creed Braze Makko Vyres

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

Vera laughed softly, her multicolored eyes sparkling with amusement as Mahsa called her out. "What can I say? I'm predictable," she teased, leaning back a little as Fuzzy and the new kit squabbled playfully over the grape. Fuzzy, ever the opportunist, tried to snatch it first, but the little gray-and-white kit proved surprisingly quick, swiping it and scampering a few steps away to nibble on its prize.

Fuzzy let out an indignant chirp before puffing up dramatically, clearly pretending to be offended. Vera reached over to scratch under his chin, her voice playful. "Oh, come on, Fuzz. You'll survive. I'll give you an extra treat later to make up for it."

Her gaze shifted back to the new kit, who paused mid-bite to glance at her, its wide, curious eyes melting her heart all over again. "But you're right," Vera admitted to Mahsa, her tone softening as she stroked the little one's fur. "There's no way I'm leaving without this one. Look at its little face~"

At Mahsa's question about a name, Vera tilted her head thoughtfully, her fingers still idly petting the kit. "Hmm, a name…" She trailed off, her lips curving into a smile as an idea struck her. "What about Ash? You know, like the color of their fur… and also because they're a little fireball already."

She glanced at Mahsa for her opinion, her grin turning playful. "What do you think? Too dramatic? Or just the right amount of flair?"

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[Thralrii Hillbolt]

Such cute little things​

Tags: Open to all! (Approaching Braze , Makko Vyres , Corazona von Ascania , Drystan Creed )

It might seem unusual for a commando like Captain Hillbolt to walk the city grounds a man of war seeking peace in a place of controlled choas. But that was precisely why he came. The rare opportunity to wander the above ground streets, even briefly, was a gift. On leave from yet another grueling operation, he hoped the city lights and gentle snow might extend a weary soldier the quiet refuge his soul craved. Of course he was joined by the members of his fireteam and platoon, who'd form some massive blob of soldiers wandering through the city streets baring no arms but the gauntlets and survival knife all were extremely deadly with.

Through the hollowed districts did the captain venture, oblivious to the gathering in front of the temple. However, after passing by one of the more sociable officers was he informed of the event, and soon did those boots crunch against powdered snow. Slowly did a hand raise against his bare face, feeling a cold only found upon the artificial planet.

Despite the uncanny nature of a solider wandering those streets and now the steps which led to the temple, at least the uniform had largely been concealed behind the same poncho worn during the fire festival. Those who joined him were encouraged to disperse and meet new people gathered around, to interact with the locals and enjoy their leave before the start of the next mission. Corazona von Ascania had been the first addressed by the captain, who offered a well mannered nod and smile upon his approach, without an instrument of war to his name.

"Good evenin' ma'am. I told there's a gathering out here in the yard for a few Ray-cons?" There's a short pause to befall the captain, surely he'd not pronounce the name right, but how exactly did it go? "Thought I'd stop by and make introductions and see the mystical little folks for myself."

Thralrii brought a glance to the four or so folks gathered around, and a smile to each of them. He'd known of the exploits of one in particular, the young fool in white gathered with them, Braze "It's an honor to be here. Not every day we get the chance to walk the order's halls."

 

[Mahsa]

Amusement rippled in cheerful yellows and curious citrine hues over her hair as Mahsa watched the ashen grab both grapes first, beating their sire to the prize before scampering a few steps away to enjoy it. A chirped thrill came from Arum at the sight, her amusement impossible to miss as she chittered her approval over her sibling’s actions.

"Yup, they’re definitely your kits Fuzzy." If there had ever been any doubt one look at the antics of these babies would instantly confirm it.

"Ash, huh?" She mulled over the name as the kit devoured their grapes, before smiling as a nod was given in Vera’s direction. "Yeah, I think it suits them well."

A glance towards Corazona von Ascania revealed plenty of others had approached the knightess and the brood mother, the Kazelrrian quietly nudging the brunette with her elbow before nodding in their direction. "C’mon, let’s go say hi~"

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

"Sure. I'll drop her by whenever I'm back. If I can't bring her along on any extended trips good to know I got somewhere that'll keep her well maintained. Drystan Creed. Most folks call me Drystan. Just another shadow." Drystan offered her a professional yet polite nod.

His attention shifted as the approaching figure of Hillbolt caught his eye. With his free hand, he offered a salute—casual yet respectful. "Soldier. Didn't know the temple guards took bribes now." A light jest, but a curious one as seeing non jedi in the temple was a rare sight for Drystan.

As the interaction unfolded, Drystan's brow furrowed slightly. A faint tremor shook his wrists, almost imperceptible but enough to catch his own attention. He dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket, allowing shelter from the snowy climate as well steadying his nerves.

Corazona von Ascania Thralrii Hillbolt | OPEN

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa Corazona von Ascania

Vera's grin stretched wide, her multicolored eyes alight with excitement as Mahsa approved of the name. "Ash it is, then!" she declared triumphantly, reaching out to gently stroke the little kit, who chirped softly in response. "See, Ash? You've got a name now. Fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

Fuzzy, still puffed up, chirped again as if to remind everyone that he existed too. Vera chuckled and leaned over to scratch behind his ears, her voice dripping with affection. "Oh, don't worry, Fuzz. You're still my big, fluffy troublemaker. Nothing's going to change that."

Her attention shifted as Mahsa nudged her, drawing her gaze toward Corazona von Ascania and the growing group gathered nearby. Vera's grin turned playful as she stood, cradling Ash in one arm while Fuzzy perched dramatically on her shoulder, ever the diva.

"Hey, Cora!" Vera called out loudly, her voice bright and unabashed as she strode toward the group. Heads turned at her enthusiastic greeting, but Vera didn't care — she was too busy showing off.

"Look at these little guys!" she added, holding up Ash for Cora to see while Fuzzy fluffed up even more, as if trying to steal the spotlight. "Aren't they the cutest? Ash here's the newest troublemaker, and Fuzz is teaching them all the tricks."

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber I Engagement Ring I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X I Theme Song I Bloodline Tattoo

Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Vera Noble

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Anneliese Kaohal hurried through the snow-covered courtyard, her footsteps leaving a light trail behind. Despite her flustered state, the cold did not bother her one bit. Being a Gurlanin, her body temperature was naturally higher than most other species, a welcome bonus in this frigid weather. She was running late to meet with her fellow classmates, where Jedi Knight Cora Ascania was introducing a new litter of Racyon Kits.

As she reached the gathering area, she saw her classmates sitting in a semi-circle, their faces lit up with joy and awe at the sight of the adorable kits. Snowflakes gently drifted down from the sky, adding a touch of magic to the scene. Anneliese's heart sank a little, wondering if she'd missed the event entirely -- not sure if any would be left. She had been busy playing catch-up since her return from the Tython campaign, and the feeling of being an outsider lingered, unsettling her.

She scanned the group -- first eyeing Cora and then, spotting Azzie, her sister padawan learner, with a large and happy smile plastered on her face. Azzie was gently cradling a Racyon Kit in her lap, its tiny paws and curious eyes capturing the attention of everyone around. Anneliese felt a wave of warmth and relief wash over her as she approached.

"Azzie!" Anneliese called out, her breath short and her voice filled with excitement. "Look at you, already making new friends!" Anneliese knelt beside Azzie, breath seen in the air her own breath dancing in the air, lingering as her smile grew. Reaching out to gently, she stroked the soft fur of the kit, letting out a soft and content sigh.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Pleasure to meet you, Drystan Creed . I'm a consular myself, with a focus in teaching." She glanced to Makko Vyres , wondering if he – as a shadow – knew Knight Creed. Some Jedi preferred to keep to themselves, or spent too much time on missions to return to the temple frequently. A fair few of those from her cohort were rare sights on Coruscant as it was.

Cora reached out to stroke the back of Lula's neck as she cleaned the squirming kit. When Thralrii Hillbolt approached, she dipped her head in greeting. "Rack-yons," she corrected politely with a smile. "They're native to my homeworld, Ukatis. Courtesy of this lady," she gestured to Lula. "And…"

She brought her hand next towards the approaching Padawans. Both Vera Noble and Mahsa had a kit with them, and Fuzzy, the father, remained close by. "And that gentlemen, there."

Her lips pursed in amusement as Vera showed off Ash. Fuzzy didn't seem to agree that his baby was the cutest.

"Oh, they're adorable. Have you checked with your parents first? I don't want to be pulled into Valery's office for a reprimand."

Speaking of faces she hadn't seen in some time, she exchanged a kind glance with Anneliese Kaohal . The last time they'd met had been for a lesson on plant surge, and Cora was pleased to learn that the girl had returned from her endeavor on Midvinter. She was also pleased to see her coo over the racyon kit with Azurine Varek . Perhaps one of the kits would wriggle their way into the redhead's heart.

 

[Rayia Si]

Corazona von Ascania Jonyna Si

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It was hard to miss the sudden somberness of Cora’s expression. Doubly so for the ill mood permeated into the vibrations that Rayia could sense from her fellow Jedi. She wondered if she might have put her foot in it, so to speak. Today was clearly a day of joy, and perhaps not the time to bring up such matters.

‘Me and my big mouth,’ thought Rayia as clawed toes tapped anxiously upon the stony surface she found herself on. The rayon kit, sensing the distress of the person holding it, yipped curiously and tried to pat Rayia’s thumb as the Felacatian unconsciously stroked its fur. Rayia was glad then, that her question did not offend Cora.

“No thanks are necessary. I merely did what any one of us would do,” Rayia replied before her lips curled into a fanged smirk. “Although, I will take you up on your offer to show me around. Please do let me know the next time you visit your home.”

Then Rayia turned her attention to the racyon kit held within her hands. “Mmm, I wonder if Jonyna would let me keep you?” The racyon kit, seemingly tired, yawned in Rayia’s hands displaying its sharp, little teeth before curling up into a sleek, grey, ringed ball. Feeling the movements of someone arriving, Rayia turned around with a broad smile on her face and her tail bristling.

She knew those vibrations anywhere, even if they seemed sluggish at the moment. It wasn’t long before she saw why. “Guffy up to his old tricks? Isn’t this one just the cutest?” Rayia asked, motioning towards the sleeping kit with her amber eyes alone so as to not shake the infant while it napped.