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[Balun Dashiell]

Balun Dashiell noticed a subtle shift in the air as Myra Arceneau Dashiell excused herself from the conversation. She appeared to be hungry, but Balun couldn't shake the feeling that maybe something he had said had made her uncomfortable. His gaze flicked over to Makai Dashiell , a hint of concern clouding his expression. Was Myra uneasy because of the topic of Judah Dashiell 's relationship with the Jedi woman? Or was she simply in need of food? Balun was genuinely clueless. He glanced at his brother, curiosity flashing in his eyes before his expression softened into one of apology, his lips parting as if he wished he could retract whatever words had caused the discomfort.

Makai, however, dismissed the subject, a signal for another time, to which Balun nodded absentmindedly, unsure but agreeable. The conversation shifted again, this time toward the topic of love. Makai described it as the feeling of not being able to go a day without the other person, a concept that felt foreign to Balun. His gaze dropped as he pondered, then drifted to the side, instinctively pushing the notion aside. He and Nouqai Veil , after all, had gone weeks without seeing or speaking to each other—and it had never been difficult for him.

"Nouqai and I have gone long stretches without contact. It was never hard because I always knew we'd cross paths again, and when we did, it was as if nothing had changed," Balun explained, his voice calm but thoughtful as memories of those times surfaced.

"Things are definitely more fun when we're together. We hang out, we laugh—it's better than being on my own. But if it's not you, Dad, or Nouqai with me, then I'm usually with the Coalition Rebels, trying to help the people of the Outer Rim," he added, almost as an afterthought, the faintest trace of a smile playing at his lips. When it came to love, Balun had only ever had one brief relationship, and it hadn't exactly been a deep dive into the romantic world. He had never been particularly confident or adept when it came to the opposite sex, but with Nouqai, it had always been simple. He could just be himself.

"I guess I could ask her," he began, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I'm just making something out of nothing, overthinking because other people keep implying there's more to it than there actually is?" The thought lingered in the air, his worry palpable. He envisioned the worst-case scenario—an awkward, embarrassing moment that could turn their comfortable, healthy friendship into something strained and uncertain. The possibility of misreading everything, of ruining what they had over a misunderstanding, felt like a critical misstep waiting to happen.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

"Nouqai and I have gone long stretches without contact. It was never hard because I always knew we'd cross paths again, and when we did, it was as if nothing had changed,"

"Like picking up a favorite book again, right? No starting, just a seamless continuation."

Makai had been there too, although he and Ellie saw each other practically daily growing up. It was their separation that made him reference the analogy. At this point, he couldn't tell if these two were idiots in love or just mere friends. It would be easier if he saw them interact together but that wasn't possible at the moment. Maybe in the future.

"So you two are great friends, right? Have each others backs? If you two are as close as you claim I don't see why she would be upset asking. You won't know until you try. Or, you can live your entire life wondering about the what-ifs and what could have beens. Don't wait too late - I nearly missed my chance by dragging my feet."

He waited, listening a moment to check in on Ellie. He could hear the tea kettle being put on, something opening. Attention turned back to Bale.

"You know her best. I've never met her so. You can always wait and observe and mull it over. You're kids. Plenty of time to stumble around. "

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Myra made her way into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the cabinets for something light to eat. The kettle hummed quietly as it warmed water for her tea. After a bit of rummaging, she found some starchbread and jam -- simple, not too heavy, and easy on her queasy stomach. Just as she was about to start making herself a quick snack, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the stairs.

"Myra! Let me help you!" Persie's voice rang out, full of concern as she rushed into the kitchen like a whirlwind, as if the mere act of smearing jam on toast was a dangerous task Myra couldn't handle.

Myra chuckled softly, holding up the bread. "It's just jam and bread, silly. I'm fine."

"But let me do it!" Persie insisted, practically snatching the bread and jam from Myra's hands. Her hovering was nothing new -- ever since Myra's pregnancy symptoms had worsened, Persie had developed a tendency to fuss, almost as if caring for Myra was her way of keeping some kind of control over the situation.

With a shake of her head and a bemused smile, Myra relented. "Alright, alright. You win. Go ahead."

As Persie focused intensely on the task of spreading jam on the toast, Myra leaned against the counter, watching her with a mix of affection and amusement. It was endearing how seriously Persie took this, even if it was a little over the top.

"You want to come with and say hi to Balun?" Myra asked, her tone casual. "He's here."

Persie's hand paused mid-spread, her expression instantly shifting to one of curiosity. "He is?" she asked, glancing up at Myra with wide eyes.

"Yup, with Makai," Myra replied, taking a sip of water as she watched Persie process this new information. "Figured you might want to say hello. Maybe offer him some of your expert fashion advice?"

Persie grinned, but there was a glint of seriousness in her eyes. "I guess I could. I mean, if he needs it. Does he look like he does?"

Myra laughed softly, feeling a bit lighter as she leaned back against the counter. "You'll just have to see for yourself."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone shook her head. The non-answer was all the confirmation she needed. This Balun person was a tragedy and Myra couldn't even bring herself to say so. It didn't seem promising from her end. Yet it would give her a chance to scour the holonet for fashion and have an entirely new palette to work with.

Jam spread across the bread, Persephone carefully cut the piece like a Y, creating three small triangles perfect for picking up and eating. Eyes searched the counter to make sure Myra wasn't trying anything else too strenuous right now. Seemed shew as focused on making hot tea and had all the things she added in already on the counter.

"Ummm...Myra?"

Persephone gripped the blunt knife tightly, wondering if what she was going to say was going to be a mistake. The teenager was going to beat around the bush at first, unsure.

"When the baby comes....d-do you think she will be confused? Do you think cause I call you Myra she will start calling you Myra too? Or treat me different? Cause she'll know I'm not her sister then."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Persephone Dashiell

"Hmm?" Myra hummed, eyebrows lifting curiously at Persie's sudden shift in tone. The younger girl had a way of zoning out, then abruptly pulling Myra into her thoughts, which was usually equal parts amusing and baffling.

"Confused?" Myra repeated, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she tried to follow the thread of Persie's thoughts. It took her a moment to catch on, but when she did, it was clear. Persie was worried about the baby -- about how things would change once her sister arrived.

"You know what?" Myra paused, her expression softening as she leaned against the counter, resting a hand on her small but growing bump. "I'm not really sure. Never had a baby before, so it's going to be a bit of a learning curve for all of us. She won't be talking for a while. There'll be babbling, crying, and all that fun stuff at first," she said, her voice warm despite the slight teasing. "But I don't think it's going to be an issue."

Myra's eyes softened, and she stepped a little closer to Persie, gently squeezing her shoulder. "It's all about love. That's what matters. She won't treat you differently because of anything else. It wasn't any different for me when I was young."

Though her childhood had been anything but typical, Myra felt a wave of gratitude for the life she had been given with Danger and Alric. Her biological parents' tragic deaths had left a hole in her heart, but love had filled that space over time. She could only hope her daughter would feel the same security and warmth growing up.

"Just gotta take it day by day," she added softly, smiling down at Persie. "That's how we'll figure it out -- together."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"Stumbling. Yeah, that was probably the right word," Balun muttered with a dry chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. How did anyone even begin to broach this kind of conversation with a friend? Especially when they felt so out of their depth. Before he could figure out how to approach Nouqai, he'd need time to sort through his own feelings. Sure, Makai was making some solid points, but none of it would matter if his emotions toward Nouqai Veil were purely platonic.

Balun sat quietly, the room sinking into a heavy silence as his eyes drifted into a thousand-yard stare, lost somewhere far beyond the present moment. His thoughts churned through the conversation like a puzzle he couldn't quite piece together. Was he overthinking it? Or was there something more between him and Nouqai than he wanted to admit? Why was it that, despite her being a Sith, nothing ever seemed to shift between them? No other Jedi he knew had managed to maintain a friendship with someone from the Darkside, not like this. Could their bond be something deeper—something that defied the boundaries of simple friendship?

"Wait, did you hear that?" Balun snapped back to reality, eyes darting toward the kitchen. He could've sworn he heard a voice, someone other than his brother. His gaze flickered over to Makai, confusion settling in. Balun hadn't realized anyone else had come along. He'd been holed up in his room when they arrived, and whoever else had tagged along had completely slipped past his notice.

"You bring someone else with you guys?".

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Oh."

In typical teenage fashion, Persephone was looking for real, concrete answers. Brow furrowed, not feeling any better about the situation but there wasn't much she could do besides 'take it day by day' as Myra had just mentioned. She liked having more concrete answers for everything ever since her Mama died. Apparently that wasn't possible in all cases.

Yet she latched on to something, looking to Myra as she brought down honey for the tea.

"Wait."

Lid was tightened on the jam container, finding something very odd.

"You ain't never had a baby before sure...." Her finishing school had done an excellent job in pushing out much of her speech patterns. Ninety percent of the time she had kept up the more 'normal' patterns her tutors had taught her. Ten percent was now. "....so that one is just practice? Like the experiment? What if you mess her up? You ain't worried about Makky teaching her some bad habits?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Subject seemed to be over, which was fine with him. He would be the last one to pry into a personal relationship - he didn't appreciate someone nosing around in his,so he extended the same courtesy. Bale had gone quiet and developed a thousand yard stare. The ocean waves started to echo through the open windows and he closed his eyes, relaxing. Drifting on the edge of falling asleep, iced blue eyes snapped back open.

"You bring someone else with you guys?".

Listening for a moment, Makai straightened his posture, trying to wake up. Hand ran through his hair before relaxing again, not hearing anything unusual.

"I just hear Persephone and Ellie. We did bring our midwife and there's some staff lingering around. Midwife should be busy settling in though, we've only had her accompany us to give some peace of mind. I'm sure the girls will be back in a moment....If I'm boring you feel free to join them or....I don't know, just ignore me."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Persephone Dashiell

Amusement danced in Myra's grey eyes at Persie's assumptions. To be fair, the teenager wasn't entirely wrong.

"I think every parent's first child is a bit of a social experiment," Myra said with a chuckle. "You figure out what works, what doesn't. The important part is making sure both parents are on the same page about what matters most -- like what values we want to instill, how we'll handle discipline, pushback, and all the fun challenges that come with raising a kid."

She shrugged lightly, as if to say it wasn't as overwhelming as it sounded, even though the weight of those decisions sat in the back of her mind.

"For us, it's about making sure our priorities are aligned," she continued, her voice thoughtful. "We want our kids to grow up healthy, smart, with a good dose of common sense. But it's not just about what we want them to learn -- it's about the kind of experiences we'll give them, the lessons that'll help them become individuals who can handle whatever life throws at them."

Myra paused, smiling as she leaned back against the counter, feeling a sense of peace in the knowledge that she and Makai were in this together. "That's why it's something you discuss before diving in. Makai and I have months to figure out exactly how we want to do things, but even before we got pregnant, we'd already started talking about a lot of this."

Her eyes softened as she thought of her husband. They'd already laid the groundwork, knowing that parenthood was going to be full of unexpected turns, but at least they were ready to face it together.

"Really, it's no different than what we are trying to do with you, Persie, and seeing what would be best for you."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"That sounds exhausting. I....I do not know if I want to go through with...all that. The guy...the father, would have to be pretty special."

As she said 'all that', Persephone vaguely motioned to the now evident baby bump Myra had. She had stuck by the older woman's side like glue lately because she had been ill. Until the sickness happened, Persephone didn't even know pregnant women got so sick until her parental figure was down and out for the count. So far, the entire experience was rather concerning from her perspective. Myra was fine one minute and heaved over into the toilet the next.

It was certainly an eye opening experience.

"Oh, so I'm the experiment?" Amusement crept into her tone and expression. "I think I am easier than a baby though, at least I do a lot of stuff for myself. Plus, I can give input on what I want to do, not that you guys always listen. Must just be pushing those experiences you just mentioned. Things have been....things have been okay, I think."

The tea kettle sounded and Persie leapt into action, tasking it off the eye of the stove and pouring it into the waiting tea cup Myra had set out for herself. Steam quickly rose out and the aroma filled the air. It was becoming familiar - Persie could even make the tea the way Myra wanted now, but refrained from completely taking over.

"I can carry your jam and tea....I want to meet this tragedy in person. Makky's brother, right?"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"Oh, she's actually here with you guys?" Balun sat up straighter, surprise flickering across his face. He hadn't realized that Persephone Dashiell had joined Makai and Myra on their impromptu vacation. "Sweet!" His smile widened at the thought. He could definitely use her help when it came to figuring out civilian fashion. Transitioning out of Jedi life was tough enough, but it didn't help that the moment he wore his old robes, people still assumed he was part of the New Jedi Order. It had been three years since he'd left Coruscant and the Galactic Alliance, but some habits, it seemed, were hard to break.

Balun's smile shifted into a teasing smirk as he caught Makai's comment. "And no, don't be ridiculous," he shot back, a playful scowl tugging at his lips. His expression was light-hearted, the smirk signaling he wasn't genuinely annoyed. "I really do enjoy hanging out with you, man. I've told you before, I didn't have many people around before Dad tracked me down. Sure, I might give you some grief, but having an older brother like you has been awesome." He kept his voice low, not wanting the girls to overhear and witness him getting all sentimental.

Life before meeting the Dashiells had been rough. Not necessarily during his time with the Jedi—though that had its own challenges—but after he made the difficult choice to leave. He remembered those first nights vividly: the cold, unforgiving streets of Coruscant's lower districts, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a lightsaber at his side. For the first week, he had slept in the gutter, scraping together scraps of food. Eventually, he'd found odd jobs with unsavory types, the kind of people who lived in the shadows, unnoticed by the law. It tested his sense of right and wrong, pushing his moral boundaries to the edge. But he survived, scraping together enough credits to buy a seat on a transport off-world. Life didn't magically get easier, but at least the galaxy was vast, and the Outer Rim Territories gave him space to carve out an existence without drawing too much attention.

At least, until he'd heard about the Tingel Arm Coalition.

"I wouldn't change a thing," he murmured, voice quiet as his gaze drifted toward the window. His eyes lingered on the horizon, lost in the distance beyond.

Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Makai Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Sure, I might give you some grief, but having an older brother like you has been awesome

"Has it? Can you say that in front of the wife? She thinks I'm a nerd." Makai laughed and shook his head. "I'm just joking, not about the nerd thing, but about saying anything to her. Nothing will change her mind."

He yawned, trying to stave off 'resting his eyes' and taking another 'dad nap' while talking to Bale. It wasn't thar his brother was boring, far from it. Makai was learning something new about the teenager everyday. For him, it was an odd concept, he spent his entire life as an only child. Suddenly having a brother brought up some private concerns on his end, thoughts he never had to consider. He wondered if Ellie had the same thoughts when Rue suddenly came to be less than a year ago.

"Its been great. Although I will apologize in advance for being a horrible brother. Lots of competing priorities, I can't say I can be as fully present as you may need. Or desire. Its a little awkward to get thrown in at this age, we both have our own lives so the ability to bond is definitely cut short."

Another yawn.

"I do hope you stick around more often here on Joiol. Ellie and I will need Uncle Bale to watch MP for date nights. One small child should be a piece of cake for a Master Jedi."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Persephone Dashiell

Myra's lips curled into a half-smile, amusement flickering in her eyes at Persie's words.

"Yeah, it does depend on the father," she agreed, her voice a little softer, reflective. Makai certainly hadn't been the most reasonable in his teenage years -- she hadn't been much better herself, if she was honest. They'd both run hot, letting miscommunications and stubbornness get the better of them, causing more hurt than either had intended.

"But who knows," Myra continued, her tone lightening again, "Maybe when you're older. No need to stress about it. If it happens, it happens. And if it doesn't, then you've got more time and credits to do whatever makes you happy." She flashed a grin, hoping to reassure Persie that there was no pressure, no need to rush into anything before she was ready.

At Persie's mention of being part of the experiment, Myra couldn't help but snort softly, taking a sip of her tea to stifle the laugh. "Yeah, well, I guess we're all part of the experiment," she chuckled, her eyes crinkling with humor.

"But you've got a leg up. You're able to give us feedback now, let us know what we're doing right -- or wrong," she teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You've definitely mastered the art of letting us know reasonably and well presented on why you're doing something, which is more than most teens can say."

She shook her head with a quiet laugh. "Still, everything's new, and we're all figuring it out as we go. If you end up with common sense, a good personality, and great hygiene, I think we can call that a win."

At Persie's offer to help, Myra nodded, handing over the jam and tea.

"Sure, thanks. Let's go meet up with Makai and Balun." She paused, glancing at Persie with a raised eyebrow as they walked.

"Weird, right? I think Balun's only a few years older than you. Imagine that." She chuckled again, shaking her head in disbelief at how close in age Persie and Balun were, and how different their lives had been so far.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"I have common sense, amazing hygiene, and a great personality. Seems I am already ahead of the learnin' curve." She paused slightly to gather a few items. "And thank you."

Persephone had more street smarts than common sense, but some may consider the two to go hand-in-hand. She carefully collected the small plate with bread and jam, a cloth napkin, and finally the tea. The teenager didn't want Myra carrying anything in the slightest. Not even her tea. Some would call it hovering a little too much, practically attached to her now maternal figure. Yet it was just her upbringing - growing up with zero healthcare she had seen unspeakable things.

There was internal panic on her end as a result. Doing everything in her power to assist Myra daily was just a small way to help control that panic.

"Is he? I doubt he's smarter than me, Mama always said menfolk didn't get a lick of sense til thirty."

Balancing what she was carrying, Persephone entered the room, spotting the teenager that must be Balun. Lanky and lean, even sitting Persephone could tell he was tall. He had the same shaggy hair and easy grin that a number of Dashiell men seemed to have. Carefully, she placed the tea and bread-and-jam on the coffee table, the napkin next to the bread.

She straightened and offered her hand.

"Persephone." A small tsk noise. "I'll need my measuring tape later. How do you feel about green and orange? Not together, obviously. That would be a nightmare."

Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun chuckled softly, noting how Makai brushed off his compliment and the pride they shared in being brothers. There was something familiar in the way Makai deflected his feelings with humor, an approach Balun often took himself when things felt a bit too earnest or exposed. "Pretty sure girls are meant to tease us," he grinned, voice warm as he dismissed Makai's claim to nerdhood. "If anyone here's a nerd, it's me. I can lose hours just tinkering with my datapad or blaster." He offered this with a self-deprecating smile, eager to bolster his brother's confidence.

"And hey, you've been a great brother," Balun continued, his voice more sincere now. "Meeting so late in life has been strange. By the time Dad found me, I'd already built my own world. So, yeah, the whole thing felt a bit off, but you made it easy. Honestly, less awkward with you than with Dad. Maybe because we're closer in age? Or because I've been making my own calls for the last fifteen years and suddenly having a parent who…well, you know." He shook his head with a small laugh, casually waving off any hint of complaint, just sharing how it felt when they were all fresh to one another.

"And I'm nowhere near a Master," Balun smirked at Makai's playful honorific. "I left the Jedi when I was still just a Padawan. Never became a Knight, let alone a Master. Didn't have any real ambition to, either." His words trailed as the sound of footsteps approached from the kitchen, turning to find Myra alongside a young woman about his age, whom he guessed was Persephone.

She wasted no time in introducing herself and immediately began talking about plans to outfit him, drawing an amused laugh from Balun. His gaze shifted to Myra, clearly tipped off that he'd been hoping for a wardrobe update—or at least a break from his Jedi attire.

"I'm Balun," he grinned, meeting Persephone's businesslike energy with enthusiasm. "Green and orange work for me. Especially green. I'm a bit of a nature fan." He kept it simple, though his fondness for flora and fauna ran deep, content to see where Persephone's style expertise would take them.

Makai Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Tinkering with blasters and datapads? Please, I went on a romantic getaway and still spent time to search for rocks for my collection on the lake shore."

Makai chuckled slightly, shaking his head. It wasn't as if they had to be attached to the hip the entire time, but he could understand if the revelation would cause his brother to raise an eyebrow. Still, most vacations he still found a few moments to pick up a rock or two or get entirely lost in some formation.

"Probably cause Dad wants to be....Dad, a parent, and I don't. Must be hard to have a kid dropped into your lap and suddenly you've got to figure out where your place is. Parental-wise, that is. I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure you two will figure it out in due time."

He was surprised to find his brother wasn't going to continue his Jedi education. Seemed odd to him but what did he know. Maybe his brother had other plans involving the Force. Not knowing the structure or real requirements, he could only nod in solidarity. Maybe it was the testing? Maybe too many requirements.

"Easy Persie, don't scare him off just yet. You've got plenty of time to turn Bale into your own personal mannequin. We should be here for a little while - barring any real issues, of course. I've got a lot of business to attend to and I'm sure Ellie is enjoying the change of scenery."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Persephone Dashiell Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Myra's smile deepened as she ruffled Persie's hair, earning a groan and a mock glare in return. With a shared grin, they headed back to where Makai and Balun were talking, Myra biting her lip to hold back a laugh at Persie's mother's old sayings about men.

"My mama would probably agree with yours there," she chuckled, a glint of mischief in her grey eyes. "She's said more than once that even men in their fifties still act like fools sometimes." And Myra had no doubt exactly who her mother was hinting at -- Judah's curious behavior could be a saga all their own just from the conversations she had with Makai alone. It made her worry and wonder if she should reach out to him to see how he is doing.

As they entered the room, Myra flashed Makai a wink, catching the way his gaze softened at her arrival. She took her tea from the table where Persie had set it, giving her a grateful nod as she settled in beside him. Though still a bit pale, she could feel her energy creeping back in, a quiet warmth replacing the earlier nausea. She looked to Makai, smiling faintly, but her eyes sparkled as she glanced over at Persie, fully prepared for whatever bold remarks the girl might throw at Balun.

And true to form, Persie didn't hold back.

With a silent smirk, Myra simply raised her tea in a silent 'good luck,' fighting to keep a straight face.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Nature? Then I was right, green is certainly your atheistic." Thumb hooked backwards to Myra and Makai. "Much better to work with than these two. Navy and gray, boring. They coordinate well though without my help."

Persephone stared at the teenager for a long moment, changing positions twice, as if the angle of how she stared at him mattered. Of course, to her it did. Imagining what looked best on him from her point of view. She had a few things in mind but Bale might not appreciate them. It was alright though, its what returns were for.

"Men can be difficult for more reasons than one - but fashion wise your ability to accessorize is severely limited. Hard to pull the outfits together at times but I can use a challenge."

Voice was low, as if speaking to herself. Brow furrowed in concentration before speaking her next question louder, this time clearly directed at Balun.

"What are you goals for this fashion? Are you trying to look like you're cool or are you going to an entire new identity angle? Do you still want to look like you're a Jedi? Or do you want me to just come up with a few things and see what you can ease into? I can have packages here in a week if you're stickin' around."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun let out a sharp laugh as he imagined Makai enthusiastically digging through a pile of rocks during a romantic getaway with Myra Arceneau Dashiell . Shaking his head in amusement, Balun raised his brows, momentarily lost in the scene's absurdity as he tried to recall a memory that could match his brother's unrestrained embrace of his "nerd-king" status. Yet he barely had a moment to respond before catching Persephone Dashiell 's gaze as she moved from side to side, almost as though sizing him up.

"Well, I'm no Jedi anymore, so I guess it makes sense to drop the look," he remarked with a shrug, casting a questioning glance toward Myra and Makai Dashiell , silently seeking some kind of reassurance about Persie's behaviour. They had warned him about her intensity, but he hadn't anticipated she'd dive in with all blasters blazing. As she edged closer, his shoulders tensed; he suddenly felt scrutinized, as if she were judging him against an unseen standard of others she might have mentored. Still, fashion wasn't his strength, and he knew he could use her advice, so he chose not to resist.

"Accessories?" he repeated thoughtfully, mentally combing through his belongings. "Well, aside from my lightsaber, commlink, and datapad... Oh, there's my Navi," he said, raising his left wrist. The sleek device slid further into view from his sleeve, a proud glint in his eye. "It's kind of like a fancy chronometer," he added. Developed by Locke & Key Technologies—one of his favourite tech manufacturers—the Navi's in-built AI was something he'd come to appreciate, even if he had yet to meet industry figures like John Locke .

"I want to look a bit more like a civilian," Balun admitted, glancing down at his attire. "Maybe something casual—comfortable but not too loose. And I could use a more polished outfit too, something that'll pass for professional when I'm meeting with the old man's business contacts." He gave a shy laugh, tugging at his tunic as if to demonstrate the offending piece. "Pretty sure I embarrassed him last time I showed up wearing this."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

A look of pure disgust came over Persephone's face as Bale listed off his accessories. Here was his big mistake ; he dared to speak back to Persie regarding fashion. The poor teenager didn't know to merely accept his fate and leave the comments to himself. From Makai's perspective, he looked a little frightened.

Turning his head towards his wife to silently laugh for a moment, he tried to get himself under control and save Bale. He coughed a moment before composing himself.

"Persie, relax. He hasn't has time to acclimate to us, give him a little time. Remember when you came to us? Similar situation, I'm sure in time he will be more open to guiding your fashion choices for him. In the mean time just order some things and we can see what works."

Arm rested behind the couch, relaxing as Persephone was handled for the moment.

"Hopefully the chaos hasn't scared you off Bale. I want to say its normally quiet but if I learned anything from living in the Centrality region any household of ours can go from quiet to chaos in minutes."