One step back from perdition

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He nodded, pushing the stand out the door with an ounce of aggravation. It was important to heal properly but it was tempting to try and take the quick route. Whatever that might be, as he pushed out into the stone path that separated the training facility from the main house. The sun, it felt nice but pierced his retina. He paused, shading his vision as he adjusted, having not seen the daylight in what felt like years. Each flagstone was it's own obstacle as the stand almost caught on the edge.

He grunted and pursed his lips. Even from here, he could feel the healing aura of the Jedi Master. It was nice having her around, even if she was prone to scalding him. It was her motherly nature that called to him in the first place, suitable parent for the twins, but now. Well, it was stubbornly appreciated.

"Running?" He said with a huff, realizing that that was why she hadn't changed yet. Too many things to do, too many things to take care of, and she still searched for time to take care of herself. To a certain degree. He pushed across another stone as the house neared, the wooden porch and shade inviting. "Have you had an opportunity to visit Baron's Hed?" He said with another huff and lunge, trying to keep proper form. Maybe she was using the help of that rust bucket, D-3po, to go out and get groceries. There was enough trails and agriculture fields, forests of evergreen and deciduous life, that she could feasibly run around the thousand plus acres of the homestead without ever seeing another person. Except the children and Stali, of course. If he wasn't busy tending to the duty of the Hounds. He grew jealous of the man, jealous of the simplicity of the fight. He missed the black and white of it, not being stuck against this stand or in a bed, it called to him.

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[Avalore Eden]

"Baron's Hed?" she queried, moving in as the cobble proved difficult to maneuver. Avalore reached towards him, offering her hands, arms, shoulders - whatever helped to steady the taller man. The very last thing he needed was to fall on such hard ground due to her negligence as a Caretaker.

"No, I don't think I have yet. You'll have to point it out to me on a map. Mostly I just stick to the main road," due in part to not having much free time to herself. Between care for the twins, care for the Gabe, and looking after their newly acquired D-3PO to make sure the droid didn't set anything on fire (again) it was all she could do to capture some quiet time for herself and Stali when he was around, let alone herself in general.

They reached the porch area which required a few steps up - likely to be one of his biggest challenges for the day aside from getting in and out of the shower without slipping. Avalore would probably have to wash his hair in the sink since she doubted he could lift both arms as high as a good scrub would require. She moved to take the first step, pausing there to help him up.

"What are you hungry for? Eggs and toast?"

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[Gabriel Sionoma]

"Barons Hed...space port. Last I checked, we're about 150 kilometers from it. That way." He pointed over the house, as if that would somehow help. He accepted her help, thankful for the hand and constant presence. "Before you and Stali brought the children, I shopped there often for basic groceries. They have some nice markets on the outskirts of the port...pretty fresh produce."

He stopped in his tracks, looking towards the porch steps and back towards Ava. He looked back down, letting out a chuckle. "I fell from the towers of Tuloraan to struggle against a few steps." It was an ironic notion, that when one fell to the temptations of life, every step back up was a struggle. He had known that effort since first arriving on Sullust. But now, he wasn't sure the lesson had been quite so abrupt and stunning. Inhaling loudly, no use for the stand now, he lifted it upward and placed it on the top of the steps. Taking Ava's shoulder, he pressed his weight as he stepped up with his right foot. Dragging the left behind, it would catch up.

Another step, and then another, he exhaled as he grabbed the stand and braced himself against it. "Eggs and toast sounds wonderful. Thank you, Ava." For everything. For taking care of him, for taking care of the children, for living. If only he knew how to really talk to her. It came so easy with others, guidance and love and expression given without second thought. But they both shared wounds, not necessarily matching, but just as deep and unhealed.

He looked towards the door but considered the rocking chair on the porch, looking out to the grassy fields. "Could we sit outside a bit, first?" He had been cooped up for some time, the fresh breeze invigorating.

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[Avalore Eden]

"Hm," a thoughtful sound, "when Stali gets back from his current mission I'll take a trip out. Maybe take the twins..." she couldn't leave while Gabe was in need of her. The thought of something happening, of a miss-step or a fall that could very easily cripple the man - well, it wasn't something the Healer was willing to risk. Her patients came first, as always.

She remained steadfast and quiet while the challenge of the stairs was painstakingly surmounted, but a smile did grow on her face as he found that little bit of victory. As much as the desire to chastise the man remained, wishing to remind him that he'd brought this upon himself, it was not something conducive to healing or to building those foundations of friendship.

Avalore walked with him along the porch and stopped with him as he did, her own eyes glancing the chair and then the scenery of the morning sky.

"Yeah," she nodded, expression warming, "good idea."

Not before stealing a bit of cushion and padding from other seats. Gabe would need to take care of his back if he had any hope of it mending quickly and properly. Ava helped him into the chair, offering the man her own strength for a task that should have been so simple.

"How's that?" a bit of adjusting, Avalore smiled and smoothed a bandaged hand over his head, making a slight face, "We need to wash this hair...after breakfast," a sigh, a wane glance, she studied his face for a moment in an attempt to glean any hint of overbearing pain, "I'll go get it started then. Do you need anything in the meantime?"

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[Gabriel Sionoma]

A good idea, the first in a while.

She rushed about the chair, padding it for him to sit. He frowned as she moved around, wondering just how much energy and patience one person could have. With a furrowed brow, pain currently not around, he turned and slowly sat down with the aid of the walking stand. Hitting padding and wood, he slid the stand over and leaned back against the chair. Closing his eyes, the lazy drift of the wind across his salt and pepper beard, feeling her hand touch against his scalp, he smiled. His mind drifted to Selvaris, to a life that preceded this and even for all the pain and aggravation that he now had to stomach, he would take a thousand years of this over 1 minute back there. And he knew that largely rested in the scarred palms of his caretaker.

He couldn't grab her hand to keep her from going, he feared tweaking the dislocated shoulder. But he could do something else. His left hand rotated from the arm rest, pinching the cloth of her running pants. Smirking, he looked out quietly towards the training facility, the step stone path from here to there, and the unkempt fields that sprawled behind it. "Ava..." He breathed out. "I'm not hungry just yet. Sit with me." He looked up to her, honey brown meeting brown, as he smiled and looked at her hands. "Tell me why you were crying."

It couldn't always be about him, he didn't want it that way. And even if he hadn't said anything, the scrape of tears pulled hastily from the cheeks wasn't something that was lost on him. Not in the light of the day.

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[Avalore Eden]

The pinch at her leg was a bit of a surprise. Avalore blinked, turning a curious glance down at the smirking man as she paused mid-stride on her way to the kitchen doorway. A step back, a patient breath, she lofted a brow at his words.

Not hungry yet? Well, that was fine and well but the twins would be waking soon - this she knew - and they would be quite ready for breakfast. She had yet to warm the milk, prepare the the food. Had she eaten yet? Avalore couldn't remember.

"Crying?" a gentle query, the Healer didn't sit down as requested but did move to stand beside his chair, "Well you know, two hands and two knees full of gravel tends to hurt," she shrugged, "I'm only human."

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[Gabriel Sionoma]

"You feel that?" He tilted his head, as if knowing the worries of the woman. Because that is what she was, more than just a Jedi or a Healer. She was a woman. And she was his friend, her micro expressions and aura slowly becoming things of intuition.

There were things to tend to in such a place. And with a broken man at her side, another who was tied up with work, and two sleeping children. Life unraveled quickly for the conglomeration of needed action. When it rains, it pours. But sometimes, it doesn't rain at all.

"You just stood still...and the world goes on." He smiled at her. "You are indeed human. But tears for gravel? More likely to pull blossoming pyro flowers from the snow." He had taken to gardening the very flowers, once so prevalent in Baron's Hed. But he feared their weakness to frost, susceptibility and seasonal variance equipped to wipe out the whole stock. He had considered a greenhouse for the very reasoning. "You don't have to tell me about it Ava. But know that you can. If you need to."

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[Avalore Eden]

"You just stood still...and the world goes on."

Earthy brown eyes glanced about, "Aye, it does," the Healer gave a slow nod, brow momentarily tensing for something. And then, as though she had developed some form of Psychic ability, the soft sound of infant cries echoed from the comm unit on her side.

"...and it also never waits," not now, not then, not ever. Too many moments left unseized. Too many words left unsaid. Too many pieces of her heart left behind or stolen to lose traction with the few she had left. She would clasp them in her fingers until she bled dry if needs be.

A dry sniff, her nose wrinkled in repressed somethings. Avalore gently cleared her throat, presently choosing to ignore whatever it was Gabe thought he was on about, "This afternoon I want to start on some acupuncture treatment on your back and shoulder. I just got my new kit in the other day. Should be exciting..." withdrawing from pinching range she headed inside, leaving the door open for him to holler in after her should he need to.

"I'll get you some juice. Stali isn't here to drink it out of the carton so it should be fresh and whisker free."

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[Gabriel Sionoma]

He picked at his nail bed, where the cloth of her pants once was, as he smiled. She was strategically out of his reach and he wondered if that extended beyond just the porch. She had opened up to him in the medical bay, would it take life threatening wounds for that shell to crack open once more? To free the soul from the madness of repression. Diverting his eyes from her expression, whatever thoughts clamored behind those brown eyes, they weren't his to know.

"Juice would be nice. Thank you." Defeated for the time being, a smirk crawled across his face as he flared his nostrils, a strong inhalation. "But I don't want eggs and toast."

He continued to pick at his cuticle with his thumb. "I'd prefer toast and eggs."

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

[SIZE=14.6667px]This was certainly more pleasant than the typical location Jacen attended for this kind of visit. The gravel crunched underfoot as he meandered up the path towards the homestead. The noise was accompanied by the quiet jingle of glass bottles clinking together to the same tempo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He was afforded a view of the now fully fitness facility. He idly wondered if the sand garden on the far side of the property had been finished off. The weather was mild enough that one could probably enjoy a few beers out on the patio, watching the sun go down. All in all, not a bad place for a recovery, if a little remote. Which was - of course - why he’d taken the time to pop across from Sullust.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Normally in these circumstances he’d be approaching some dreadful deployed military facility. There was always that overbearing smell of disinfectant, the dull orange glow of cheap incandescent lighting that left the eyes throbbing. By all accounts Gabe was in one piece and would make a slow, but full recovery. Visits to soldiers who’d lost limbs or suffered life-changing injuries were always the most taxing on the soul. If there was one thing Jacen empirically knew it was that being left alone to stew in your own thoughts after a serious injury some of those wounds would never heal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As he reached the door, it occurred to him that the New Jedi Order was a very different beast from the military. The military had people dedicated to the task of delivering bad news. [member="Meeristali Peradun"] was in his enclave, the Hounds. Would he one day have to make this short walk under very different circumstances, an official letter in hand? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Game face time Jacen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The stress that manifested in the corners of his mouth and eyes smoothed out. A broad smile found his face as he reached to knock on the door. His hand froze in mid air. The twins might have been sleeping. Stali wasn’t here, he was deployed, so that meant Avalore would be taking care of them both and Gabriel. If he woke them mid nap, he was liable to be flayed alive. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Fortunately he wasn’t left with trying to find the right knock that could draw attention without waking the infants; the gentle breeze brought the sound of conversation. Seemed like they were outside, possibly on the patio. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Risk waking twins, or seem a bit rude by walking around the house? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]he thought to himself. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Weighing up the options for a moment, he proceeded around the house. He offered a broad grin and an exaggerated wave as he approached. “Morning!” he called, the case of beer jingling as he waved. “Hope you don’t mind me popping over?”[/SIZE]


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[Gabriel Sionoma]

"Jacen!" Gabriel said abruptly with a smile, not waiting for Ava to find herself in the kitchen. "You're back from deployment." The man offered, assuming, with a brimming smile. A sort of warmth that overcame the seriousness of the tone of conversation that had occurred just prior. He hadn't gotten to see him in some time, the distance from Sullust felt, he feared Omia Rhen would have the Jedi Marshall deployed forever. But time was strange to him now, the days melding together into their own eternities. He couldn't really understand just how much or how little time had passed.

He waved the man over to take a seat on the porch, snagging one of the bottles of beer. "Good thing you are here...I got an oak in the back lot that needs to be pulled out. You bring that rope of yours?" He said with teeth bared, trying to twist off the lid of the beer, as if he had forgotten entirely about the difficulty of walking up the porch steps just moments ago. Nevertheless, he didn't want to strain himself so he turned the bottle over, finding the lack of twirling grooves in the cap. Huffing, he looked towards Ava and raised a lone right brow. "You wouldn't mind grabbing me a bottle opener from the kitchen, would you? I think there should be one on the fridge."

Of course she would help Gabe out. They were friends, after all. And sometimes, when you come back from deployment, all you want is the taste of the thing you couldn't have.

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"You will have eggs and toast and you will like it," came the scathing reply from Ava in the kitchen.

The clatter-clang of hurried movements as she pulled out the necessary tools to prepare breakfast with the ever loudening wail of the twins on her comm was enough to cover up the arrival of a one [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. So many things to do, so few hands and simply not enough hours in the day. By the time she had the juice poured and the milk heating on the stove the two friends were already conversing outside.

Avalore stepped out licking spilled juice from her thumb, flashing a look of surprise at Jacen, "Oh, hello, did you knock? Sorry. I'm sure I couldn't hear anything over the twins. They just woke up-"

Brown eyes landed on the beer-carry in Voidstalker's hand, seizing the empty slot with a gaze so keen the local vultures would sigh with envy. The Healer immediately rounded on [member="The Revenant"] and that bottle in his hand.

"Oh? Well let me get that for you Gabe," a feigned placating smile as she reached to take the bottle from him. As soon as it was in her grasp that smile was gone. Ava held the glass of juice in front of him with a steely pointed stare, "no alcohol, just juice. You are on highly potent medication, you are healing from traumatic injuries, Gabriel, and until I clear you for alcohol you are not to partake."

"I'm certain Jacen wouldn't wish to delay your recovery," that hard look rounded on their friend as she pushed the bottle back into his hand, "would he." That...wasn't a question. It was more a threat from a Healer, a bit like a bunny with rabies. Watch out, it bites.

Eeehhhhh! said one of the twins over the comm clipped at her side.

Avalore's expression leavened, "It's nice of you to visit. Are you hungry? I'm making breakfast. Eggs and toast. Could throw a bit of sausage on too if you like..."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

"I'd make a joke," Jacen replied to Gabriel, “but there is probably some actual rope in my shuttle! I hope you managed to sort out the gap I left in that counter surface," he said. Whilst Jacen had been entirely enthusiastic when he'd been here the first time, it had quickly become obvious that he wasn't quite the artisan that Gabriel was. “I've got two weeks leave then a month of training at the academy.” Whilst they were all very busy, the main activities were shoring up their space and patrolling what had been Republic space. Their forces were on rolling cycles between deployment, personal training and group operational exercises. That military force readiness cycle extended to the Jedi within the Alliance to some extent.

Avalore came out if the kitchen and was soon passing him back the bottle of beer. Jacen narrowed his eyes as he looked from one to the other, his mouth twisting into a wry smile. "And Grand Marshall Rhen takes a dim view on Jedi drinking so it would be entirely inappropriate anyway!” he said, looking straight at Gabriel.

“And I do apologise, I snuck round the side when I heard you both in case the knocking… well, in case it woke the twins. It's lovely to see you both again and some food would be great, thank you. I heard this daft bollocks jumped off a tower or something.”

Hearing the cry of the twins and seeing that Avalore was still clearly in sweaty running gear he calmly slid the bottle back into the box. Parents of small children often spent a lot more time in pajamas than they cared to admit, it wasn't something you discussed with anyone but other parents. Now her partner was off of missions that he'd arranged and she was minding Gabriel. He could only imagine that twins wound each other up when they were in a foul mood, and the homestead itself was fairly isolated.

“Would you like a hand quickly?” he asked her earnestly. “Force, how old even are the twins now?”

He suddenly recalled a promise to do some babysitting at some point. Rather an intimidating thought, trying to handle twins. Yet he made a mental note to enquire as to when Gabriel would be up and about again. Perhaps the pair would appreciate an evening out to unwind at some point in the near future.

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[Gabriel Sionoma]

"No, I'm sure he'd want to stay on my doctors good side..." He gave a glare, slit of the eyes with a thin smile, as she confiscated the beer with production of juice. Would have thought he was the law in these parts, seems it wasn't so. Exhaling, he took a sip from the cup and rolled his eyes at the woman. "So Jacen comes and all of a sudden we have breakfast sausage?!" He shook his head, feigning insult with a smile. Taking his focus back to Jacen, he chuckled.

"Well, I fixed the gap...but not before carving..." He made a waving gesture across the empty air, with his uninjured arm. "Jacen was here. Right across the underside. Just in case anything goes wrong."

Daft bollocks. That about summed it up. He was sure he had a train of thought when it happened, but even explaining it to Ava, it didn't seem to make much sense. "I don't know who jumped off that tower. But it sounds pretty stupid to me. No one here would do something like that." He shook his head with pursed lips. "Nope."

Juice was half way done now, the rolling breeze was soothing, and the tone of the conversation had shifted from serious to playful, despite the seriousness of the situation. Even in the middle of war, those who waged it needed time away. "You know if you two leave me out here by myself, I might go for a jog along the forest line." He said to no one in particular as he placed his lips against the glass, looking out towards the medical bay.

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[Avalore Eden]

"You didn't ask for sausage," Avalore quipped, propping a hand on her hip and throwing an eyebrow at the man. Honestly, he was like a child. Like a child.

She smirked and looked back to Jacen.

"They're 6 months old now. You can help me feed them, if you think you're up to the task and don't mind being covered in goop," some color had finally returned to her face, cheeks warm as she thought of the fuss that would soon ensue with the morning feeding. Typically she had the help of Stali or Gabe, both of whom were becoming accustomed to the delicate challenge that was tending to a baby. Admittedly it was a learning curve she, too, struggled with at times. Her experience with her own daughter had been tenured at arms length and mostly handled by a caretaker droid. Now she had two - she loved it but could not help the guilt that plagued her every single day.

This could have been her.

Gabriel made a remark about going for a jog to which she gave a light snort, "I don't doubt you would try but I wouldn't recommend it. Not today. Maybe tomorrow we'll take a long walk in the hills," Ava reached to gently squeeze at his good shoulder, "you, me, and the twins."

Eeeehhhhh! the cries persisted, growing stronger, bleating from the comm unit attached at her hip.

With a sigh she turned and made her way back into the kitchen, "well, that's not going to get any better on it's own. I'll be right back. What kind of sausage do you want, boys? Linkies or patties?"

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

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“It’s because he’s so used to being offered sausage,” Jacen replied in an utterly deadpan tone. That was crass, even for you, Jacen thought. He had to remind himself that whilst he was visiting a man wounded fighting for the cause, he wasn’t one of his squaddies. The fact that Gabriel appeared in his mid forties, rather than early twenties should have made that apparent.

A forlorn look at the crate of beer was followed by a nod to Gabriel and Jacen standing up to follow Avalore. “Right, do you want me to finish knocking up some breakfast whilst you go see to the twins?” he asked. “I don’t mind, but first thing I imagine they’ll spend their time wondering who I am instead of feeding!

There were a pair of bottles of milk sat in a pan of warm water next to the stove, and two more heavy looking pans next to a box of eggs. He briefly thought back to those early months. There had been difficult times, but also some of the best times. Back in that first year he’d been with his young family in house provided for them just outside the base. That was back before he was deployed again and started to neglect his own family. Back before she left him. Malik had been breastfed for the whole first year, so he hadn’t a clue what kind of quantities of milk were supposed to be provided.

“They have some porridge in the morning, they trying any finger foods yet?” he idly asked as he slipped a cast iron pan onto the stove. He recalled just how hard it was to get banana out of clothes once it had been thoroughly mashed in and a dreamy smile found his face.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He didn't laugh at the sausage comment. He did that thing where someone blows air out of their nose, shaking his head with a smirk. So a laugh, close enough for reception of the joke, even in its deadpan delivery. Tonguing his cheek, he drank from the cup as he listened to them make plans for the wailing children. Their care, preparation for food, he couldn't help but smile. If only he could reach the case of beer, this would be perfect. But alas, it wasn't in the stars for the day.

Flexing his hand, the quiet of the day outside with the slight influx of chatter in the kitchen, he leaned against the cushion of the chair. His shoulder was sore, but the one that Ava had touched, that one felt fine. He had an awkward sense of unevenness about him, as if a train had run over half his body. But in truth, the train had hit him square and center, smacking him hard against the rails. And while he was healing quickly, he didn't feel that he would ever fully be without pain again. Irony struck him, for the life he formerly lived in such pursuit, that he would scorn it in this one.

Blinking steadily, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank. The slow climb of the sun across the horizon, the shadow of the house grew ever smaller in the frame of softly blown grass. With a smirk, he pressed his foot against the boards of the porch, slowly rocking back and forth to the sound of wood creaking.

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[Avalore Eden]

"Let's avoid knocking up anything else around this homestead," Avalore returned dryly over her shoulder, deadpanning, "one set of twins is quite enough." She neglected to mention the large man-child sitting out on the porch on purpose. He had enough wounds, a verbal burn wasn't necessary after the beer-scolding he'd just received minutes ago.

A smirk did appear on the Healer's face, growing into a broader grin as he motioned with a wave of a hand for Jacen to have-at breakfast while she tended to the twins.


Some time later she returned with two hungry looking children in her arms at either hip, cheeks pinked from a good morning cry - even the green one. Her own face was warm and bright as she walked over to Jacen at the stove to give them a good look at the man, "Armaud, Destin, you remember Mr. Jacen don't you?"

They looked up at him with wide eyes still puffy from crying. Armaud gave a sad burble and looked out towards the bright sunlight filtering through the door. Destin seemed intent on staring down Jacen, wobbly-head be damned.

"You'll have to excuse them, they don't talk much when they're hungry," Ava said.

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

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Jacen offered Avalore a broad grin as she headed off to fetch the twins. He turned back to the heavy pans and went to find the sausages.

Jacen had a bowl of beaten eggs to the side of the stove when Avalore returned. He lowered the heat on the seared sausages so they could finish frying whilst he turned back to the twins.

“I don't suppose you have a smile for me?” Jacen asked Destin hopefully, getting down onto his haunches so he was closer to the infant's eye level.

“Bah!” Destin said, before burbling a few vowel sounds.

“I'll take that as a no then!”

Destin’s head wobbled slightly and he broke off the stare. Instead he reached out with a small hand that opened and closed.

“What are you after then?” Jacen asked softly, moving closer. A tiny green hand closed on one of the buttons on his shirt collar. It was given a brief investigation before being summarily discarded. Dark, expectant eyes turned back to Avalore.

Turning back to the stove, Jacen started to make some scrambled eggs. “Is there a play mat we can take out on the porch or is it a bit chilly out there for them?” he casually asked as he turned over sausages.

 

[Avalore Eden]

A deep, warm smile worked its way into her expression while watching the three. The twins were a curious pair - even so young, their personalities were really starting to bloom. Armaud was often a happy baby, content with watching and listening, easy to soothe and quick to fall asleep. Destin was without a doubt his brother's foil. Already he had a temper and he was often crying, discontent, and slept very little. Avalore wondered if this was normal behavior for a child considering her own had spent very little time under her care, but she supposed just like everything there had to be some variety. She wasn't aware of the split parentage between the two.

Destin was curiously reticent for the time being and she looked down into those round, dark eyes with a smile.

"I think it's warm enough. We can all sit outside and get some sun with our breakfast."


So she set the twins into their high-chairs and moved them out onto the deck after taking a few moments to let Gabriel say good morning. Had to be careful not to linger long - Destin nearly yanked out the man's IV.

"We're at simple grain cereals, vegetable and fruit mush now," testing the milk on the back of her hand, Avalore set the bottles aside to cool a bit and turned to rifle through a cupboard for canned peach mush, "still on formula, but getting a bit less now. Armaud is a big fan of chewing on cooked baby carrots. Destin ... well, his likes change by the day. Sometimes he doesn't like anything at all. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe he takes after Chevu...are Mirialans known to be picky eaters?" said over a joking smirk. He had her skin and her eyes, who's to say he didn't inherit other Chevu qualities?

Destin began to fuss outside.

"Oh, here it comes. Mmm... sweet potato for him I think. He won't admit it but he really likes the sweet stuff." Two tiny spoons, two jars of mush and two bottles of formula later the Healer pulled up a chair next to the twins with a glance back at Gabe, "how's that chair treating you Gabe? Think you can migrate to the table or do I need to pull it over there?"

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