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Faction Leaving the Nest


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TAG: Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania Rayia Si Rayia Si
Eyeing Guffy, Lula pinned her ears back and growled in warning.

Guffy seemed to jump back, before rushing behind Jonyna's leg, looking spooked.

The lesson learned today?

Girls are scary and mean. Don't trust them.

"Oh please, Val would squeal at the sight of one. You just need to approach her before you do." Jonyna joked. "So how you been adjusting to Council Life, Cora?"

It was a simple question, but Jonyna wanted to make sure their newest members adjusted well. She was still struggling at times herself, but she always suspected that would be the case.


 
Coruscant


From the moment Kaelyn set foot on the bustling world, he found that there was never a dull moment — something was always happening. For Kaelyn, the constant noise and flurry of activity felt oddly comforting, reminding him of home on Epica, where the rhythmic clanging of metal and the hum of machinery filled the air.

The fiery-haired Padawan practically buzzed with curiosity and excitement, moving through the vibrant environment with the wide-eyed wonder of a child discovering the galaxy for the first time. His sense of awe only grew when he encountered a group of small, furry creatures. Having never seen anything like them before, he was immediately fascinated. To Kaelyn, unknown life forms sparked the same thrill of discovery as a new invention waiting to be built.

Taking a brief pause to steady himself from the overwhelming rush of new sights and sounds, Kaelyn lifted the back of his hand to wipe away a smudge of soot staining his cheek — a lingering mark from his most recent tinkering project, a reminder of where his restless curiosity often led him.


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Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
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A Tiny Heart To Hold
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Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Companion: Cinnamon
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine's head snapped up at the sound of Anneliese's voice, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. She blinked, momentarily stunned as if she couldn't trust her own senses. So many months had passed since she'd last seen her sister Padawan, and the sudden warmth of the patterns in her aura filled her with an almost overwhelming sense of joy.

She would have reached out to give the redhead a hug, but that would have required her to get up from her place on the bench and possibly disturb the adorable thing that had made her lap into a nap spot.

"Holy bantha podo, Annie!" Azzie's voice was breathless, a grin spreading across her face. The little racyon kit in her lap finally shifted, letting out a soft squeak of protest as Azzie adjusted her hold a bit. But the tiny baby's apparent disapproval was a distant thought compared to the flood of emotions surging through Azzie's chest. She hadn't realized just how much she had missed Anneliese until now. "Where in the kriffing galaxy have you been??"

She let out a laugh, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You have no idea how good it is to see you." She paused, glancing down at Cinnamon, who was now stretching her tiny paws out and once again kneading at her legs. "Yeah, according to Counselor Corazona, little Cinnamon here decided I'm her chosen person. No take-backs, apparently."

Beneath the banter, Azzie's heart quietly whispered the truth she couldn't say aloud: So much has happened and there's so much I want to tell you about.




 

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