Three Years Earlier
Did you ever have a moment where you thought, I am too old for this?
Pitching himself into a leap of faith, the bloodied Pantoran felt a rush of air as a blade only narrowly missed him as he managed to jump over the attack. His arm outstretched, the violet-haired knight reached for a lightsaber that lay on the ground.
The handle flew into the air to meet his reach, as the blue-skinned man tucked into the landing, rolling up to his feet.
He threw the lightsaber away. Tossed to the woman who was fighting beside him.
As he turned, he heard the snap-hiss of the weapon activating and knew it had reached her. It was a comfort that brought some measure of peace to his mind, as he closed his eyes at the strange creatures attacking them. These weren't Vinterbound. They weren't anything that Boo could recall experiencing before.
No, that wasn't quite right. Something about them reminded him
of a time when he'd been a boy...
Opening his eyes, the Pantoran opened his mouth and unleashed
a shout with the Force. The creatures staggered backward, even as the Pantoran sank down to one knee as a weariness began to seep into his bones.
A blue light flashed overhead, as an Aelvar shield-maiden gracefully danced with the blade before him. Their enemies seemed to fall away, creating a circle of peace as she held them at bay.
A hand outstretched, waiting to lift him up. As he peered upward, he looked up into warmth, and kindness, and love as she looked down and said, "Come on. We're not done yet."
Those had been the last words his wife had said to him.
Present Day
The firewood split apart on the chopping block.
They had company coming. A Commenori, if he remembered correctly.
Caedyn Arenais was likely to find Midvinter to be a bit cold for his tastes, so the Pantoran had gone out to get a bit more wood to put on the fire.
Being from Coruscant himself, he knew only too well just how rustic life on Midvinter could appear to galactic natives. That was part of its charm. Part of what made it the sort of special place that it was in the galaxy.
The black, snake-like staff that had split the wood came alive, as the vongformed serpent slithered up his arm. Kissing the head of the amphistaff, the man bent down to return it to the wild. Then he gathered up the wood to bring it in, set it by the fire that would hopefully warm the hearth enough to make their guest more comfortable.
On the road into town, Caedyn would encounter a most curious imp. A boy of around eight or nine years of age. He looked Pantoran. With blue skin and violet hair on a world so famous for its blond and blue-eyed Valkyri, it would be easy to say that the boy resembled his father. But the resemblance, like beauty, was just skin deep. Elvish ears and almond-shaped, warm gray eyes mirrored those of his mother.
A vine-like snake or snake-like vine encircled the child, as a juvenile amphistaff seemed to slither around the boy in a manner that suggested both curiosity and protectiveness. After all, the boy was of Boo. And the amphistaff of Midvinter were of Azi.
"Hi!" the boy greeted the stranger. After all, they didn't get many travelers in Norvegr-Fen. "Are you the Jedi?" the child asked, though he didn't give Caedyn a chance to respond before he continued, "My dad said there's a Jedi coming to visit. I'm 'sposed to be his guide."
As the pair traveled toward Boo's home, the boy asked, "Have you come from outer space?"
Again, there wasn't much -- if any -- chance to respond before the boy jumped to the next question in his head. "Have you been in many battles?"
It would be like that along the way. One question prompted three or four more, until they arrived at the Pantoran's home.
"I think Mister Arenais came to ask the questions," the wearied warrior remarked wryly, as he met the pair at the door to the home. Offering the Commenori a hand, the Pantoran then turned and kissed the boy on the head. "Go play," he uttered softly, shooing the imp off.
Then, motioning further in, looked back at Caedyn and said, "Welcome to Midvinter."
Stepping further inside, the Pantoran motioned toward a chair.
"Can I get you anything?"