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[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra sat back in the cushioned seat of the transport shuttle, her hands resting lightly on her stomach as it rolled with waves of nausea. The soft hum of the engines did little to soothe her, but the thought of getting out of the verdant earthy atmosphere of Hapes brought her a sense of relief. Fresh ocean air. That's what her medical staff had recommended -- a change of scenery to ease her symptoms. Joiol's beaches, with their sweeping sands and gentle breezes, seemed like the perfect place to spend the first part of the second trimester of her pregnancy.

Makai had agreed without hesitation, of course. He'd been at her side through every exhausting wave of hypernausea, and though he rarely said it out loud, she could see the concern in his eyes. The quiet worry that maybe, just maybe, they weren't doing enough. Joiol wasn't just a vacation; it was an escape, a chance for her to breathe without the constant pressure of MaraTibx hanging over her. Myra had yet to see the latest renovations at the Joiol Compound, and this seemed like as good a time as any.

Not that her condition was going to let her enjoy it to the fullest.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Persie's voice broke through her thoughts, her tone laced with the kind of concern Myra had come to expect over the past few weeks. The girl had practically hovered over her since the moment they'd left Hapes, no matter how many times Myra assured her that she was fine.

Myra offered a tired smile, hoping it would ease some of Persie's anxiety. "I'm fine, really," she replied, though her voice was softer than she'd like. "There's plenty of staff on Joiol. If something happens, they'll be there. You don't have to worry so much."

Persie didn't seem convinced, but she didn't push any further. Instead, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flicking over to Makai, who was absorbed in some holo-feed, but his attention clearly wasn't on the screen. He glanced up, catching Myra's eye, and gave her a reassuring squeeze of her hand.

Myra sighed, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes. The nausea wasn't letting up today. If anything, the closer they got to Joiol, the more she found herself worrying over every little thing -- her health, the baby, and the looming introduction to the Dashiell family's unexpected new member.

Balun. The name still felt strange to say aloud, a sudden son out of nowhere. The story behind him had already stirred up more interesting questions than Myra cared to think about, but now he was living at Joiol. And she'd have to meet him. Myra could only hope that she didn't embarrass herself by throwing up in front of him.

She let out a quiet groan, shifting in her seat as her stomach twisted again. "Here's hoping I can keep my dignity intact," she muttered under her breath.

The shuttle dipped as they began their descent to Joiol. Myra could see the glistening blue of the ocean through the window, the sprawling beaches stretching out like a paradise below. It was beautiful, calming even, but she couldn't shake the nervous energy building in her chest.

The shuttle touched down, and the doors hissed open, letting in the warm breeze from the sea. Myra took a deep breath, hoping the fresh air would help her settle.

Stepping off the shuttle, she glanced around the compound. The renovations had transformed it into something both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was still the serene home she remembered from the designs, but now it was different being here face to face. Despite her exhaustion, Myra had to admit it was impressive.

Persie hovered nearby, her eyes darting between Myra and the staff bustling around to make sure everything was perfect for their arrival. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" she asked again, her concern evident.

Myra shook her head, giving Persie a tired but grateful smile. "I'll be fine. Really. Just... enjoy yourself. Makai and I will be right here if anything happens."

Persie didn't look entirely convinced, but she relented, finally heading off to explore the compound.

As Myra and Makai made their way to the home, she couldn't help but think about Balun. Would he be as awkward about this introduction as she was? Would he be as wary of her as she was of him? Only time would tell.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

TIRTHA COVE - JOIOL

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | Location : Joiol Dashiell Compound | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Balun Dashiell ​

Makai was nervous the entire trip over. Ellie didn't start getting sick until they had announced the pregnancy and returned to Gallinore to work out of the Inner Rim. Since then, they had firmly stuck to their lakehome, trying to get Ellie to a more stable place. Privately, he was concerned. Each day it felt as if a massive ocean storm was swirling in the pit of his stomach. Outwardly? Smooth and stable, doing his best to project an air of put together businessman, husband, and father when he was anything but put together right now.

Having had to cancel plans for a family vacation and babymoon, the Joiol compound fit the bill of 'get some air' and 'relax a little' per medical orders for his wife. There would be no working for Ellie on this trip and Makai would firmly keep to a rule of retreating to his home office only when his wife was taking a nap or asleep for the night. The half-Galan was hoping the soothing ocean waves and salt-tinged air would help both of their moods. Unlike Gallinore which hearkened to their journey as two adults falling back in love, the Joiol compound was designed to speak back to their time as best friends on the beach, lazy days in and out of the house on Mon Cal.

Yet they didn't come alone. Persephone was joining them, naturally. The teenage girl was taking her col'n termi courses seriously and when not studying with a tutor or going to finishing school, the girl was right next to Myra. A bit of a godsend for himself though, with the teenager assisting him in doing Myra's hair or skin care routine, too much movement made her sick, hence the extra support. Yet Persephone was a trooper through it all.

It wasn't just Persephone. Makai hired midwife to the rich and famous, Iria Volante, to not only treat Myra on Gallinore alongside her doctors but also accompany them to Joiol and stay in guest accommodations on the property. The elderly woman had assisted in the birth of royalty and politicians, ensuring a level of discretion and professionalism already ingrained and expected. While he didn't expect anything to happen, having the woman around was more than peace of mind.

Arm went around his wife as they walked down the ramp and onto the lush and verdant grounds of the Joiol property. He took a deep breath, not nervous to see his half-brother but to enjoy the salty air. It had a different feel being right here on the cove on their massive property. Vacation like but also uniquely them in a sense.

"I've already made sure the staff has your electrolyte drinks extra cold and tea all ready to go. Plus I've stocked up on the few things you do dare to eat.Think my infamous risotto is still acceptable?" Steps matched hers, iced blue gaze intense, watching her every move. "I think our time here will be beneficial. Maybe MP just needs to sit seaside and absorb some ocean water. You weren't sick on our honeymoon and that was ocean side. Might make sense...She is a quarter Galan."

As they made their way inside the airy, spacious, beachy home, Makai knew his brother would be around sooner or later once they settled in. The teenager seemed excited he would finally meet his sister-in-law. Yet Makai had already gently warned him not to be too over eager, and that the visits may be short. Which was fine, wasn't as if they were leaving anytime soon.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Joiol Dashiell Compound.
Present Company: Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Makai Dashiell .
Reluctantly Wearing: X.

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Balun had always struggled with awkwardness when meeting new people, but this encounter carried a special weight. Myra Arceneau Dashiell wasn't just anyone—she was his brother Makai's wife, making her family, and that only heightened Balun's anxiety. The pressure to make a good impression was palpable, yet the method to achieve that was currently elusive. Pacing his room, his mind churned with frustrated groans and self-critical thoughts. It wasn't the rustic comfort of the stone cabin he was used to, but rather the guest room provided to him when Judah Dashiell first welcomed him to Tirtha Cove.

His frustration mounted due to Judah's clear bias toward Force Users—a group Balun belonged to, yet found himself increasingly uncomfortable identifying with today. The robes he would normally wear with ease now felt like a burden, symbolizing an identity he feared the family would reject. His father's outspoken disdain for Force Users loomed large in his thoughts, convincing him that the rest of the Dashiell family would feel the same. This only added to the weight of needing to make a positive impression.

In a vain attempt to conform, he had tried on a more formal suit earlier, but it left him looking and feeling like a fool. He had discarded it in frustration, crumpling the expensive fabric in a heap in the corner. Civilian fashion, especially the refined style of the wealthy, was a foreign concept to him. Purchasing the suit for an upcoming trade exposition with Judah now seemed like a regretful decision, another reminder of how out of place he felt in this world.

"Dad, did I mention how much you suck?" Balun called out from his open bedroom, his voice carrying a playful edge. He half expected his father to misinterpret the words, but there was no real venom in his tone. It echoed more of the lighthearted banter he shared with his brother—a mix of teasing and mild frustration, the kind of jest that only hinted at something deeper. Balun's discomfort with this new world and way of living was palpable, and his words, while half-serious, were more a reflection of that unease than actual disdain.

"Screw it. This will have to do," he muttered, turning back to the mirror with a frown of dissatisfaction. He stood there, dressed in his old tunic and leggings—the traditional garb of a Jedi. Though he hadn't considered himself part of the Order for nearly three years, nothing else seemed to offer the same sense of comfort. Every attempt at donning something more fitting for this new life had fallen flat, leaving him feeling out of place. In the end, the familiar clothing was the only refuge, even if it symbolized a past he'd left behind.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra chuckled softly, leaning into Makai's side, grateful for the steady warmth of his presence. "I think I can handle more of your risotto," she teased, though the thought of it actually sounded... appealing. Oddly so, given how nothing had sounded remotely appetizing lately. The way she perked up at the idea was obvious, even to her.

"Maybe we could have it for dinner again?" she asked, her voice carrying a hopeful edge. The nausea had eased considerably since they'd arrived, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she found herself craving something other than bland crackers, tea, and electrolyte water.

Myra laughed, shaking her head, though her expression was half-rueful, half-amused.

"Just my luck to have a water baby," she muttered, placing a hand on her growing belly. "What a demanding little one... ensuring I have to stay by the ocean just to keep food down." Despite her words, there was a flicker of relief in her voice. She was feeling better, more like herself. Perhaps the midwife had been right after all -- maybe this change of scenery, the fresh salt air, was exactly what she'd needed.

The waves lapped against the shore in the distance, their soothing rhythm echoing through the compound. Myra took a deep breath, the tension in her body slowly unwinding. She almost felt... normal again.

"So," she began, casting a sidelong glance at Makai. "Anything more I need to know about your long-lost brother before I meet him?" There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, but underneath it, she couldn't quite hide the curiosity -- or the nervousness.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

"We can have it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if that's what you want."

Makai would go to the ends of the 'verse to get her to eat and have a little bit of strength and normalcy, even if that was for a short period. Seeing his wife excited about anything was a hopeful sign. He wasn't going to get his hopes up but if her symptoms could ease even marginally while they were on Joiol he would take it.

Hand slid over hers as Ellie placed it on her growing bump.

"You know what I think?" Makai gave his little boy grin at her, obviously already amused at what he was about to say. "I think MP is just as stubborn and willful as her amazing mother. Instead of Mining Princess she really should be called Myra Junior at this point. Little MJ."

He gave a small pause before continuing, this time a little more thoughtful.

"Or she knows the beach, the ocean is where her parents are most comfortable. You're relaxed so MP is going to relax a little. Stop giving her Mama and Papa a run for their credits before she even makes her first appearance."

Makai was already exhausted and beyond worried about both his wife and unborn daughter. Not that he would express such a thing to Ellie. She didn't need his concerns at the moment, their focus was on getting better and enjoying some time together, creating a space away from the pressures of business.

As they wandered inside, Makai navigated Ellie to the lounge overlooking the ocean so they could sit and relax. He wasn't going to push how far they went and if Bale wandered over, at least they would be present and ready. The half-Galan was certain if they retreated into the quiet of their bedroom he would pass out for hours.

"First off, don't be nervous. He's a seventeen year old kid and you know how us Dashiell men are around that age."

Hand reached for hers, interlacing their fingers as he spoke, settled on the couch. He wasn't sure why Ellie was so nervous. Even he hadn't been this nervous about meeting Bale. Granted he had been at work at the time, but he was more curious than anything at the time.

"He's a Jedi...but I think I told you that. Real eager to fit into the family. Overall he seems like a good kid, just at an odd an age to suddenly have a father and a brother and a sister-in-law, you know? I'm not sure how I would have reacted at seventeen. He's living here part-time on Joiol now so at least we will be seeing him more."

Hand squeezed hers.

"I just hope he stays around and out of trouble, you know? Its early in my relationship with Bale but I want him to be around for MP. Be around the family - I'm still biting my tongue around him on certain subjects but maybe that will ease in time or maybe it wont...I've never been a sibling before. Frankly, Rue is the closest thing I've had to one."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Joiol Dashiell Compound.
Present Company: Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Makai Dashiell .
Reluctantly Wearing: X.

From his bedroom in the main building of the Dashiell Estate, Balun heard the front door shut. His brother and sister-in-law had arrived, and the sound sent a tight knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach. It was an unsettling feeling, as though he were bracing to make a bad impression, despite no real reason to think he would. To make matters worse, this sprawling estate wasn't even his true home on Joiol. Judah had given him a modest cabin further inland, near the edge of the forest. That cabin, with its simplicity and seclusion, felt far more comfortable than the resort-like grandeur of the estate, which made him feel out of place.

And as if things couldn't be more uncomfortable, their father was notably absent today. Balun could easily trade barbs with Judah when their father wasn't around, but in this moment, he truly could have used his dad's support.

"This is why the Jedi don't encourage family," he mused bitterly to himself, trying to soothe his unease with a sharp jab at his past. It was easier to blame his old life than face the discomfort at hand. He had seen battlefields more welcoming than this situation—why did it feel so impossibly uphill?

"Hey man, I'll be out in a second!" he called, raising his voice just enough for Makai to hear from the hall. His brother's arrival demanded attention, but first, he grabbed his comlink and datapad, fastening them to his belt. His lightsaber, however, remained tucked safely in a drawer, hidden among his clothes.

One last look in the mirror made his nerves flare again. He didn't like what he saw, but there was no more time to dwell. With a final swallow of unease, Balun stepped out of the room and into the corridor, walking toward the living room. Years of Jedi training had taught him how to mask his emotions, and now, more than ever, he needed that skill. The calm, collected exterior he projected bore no trace of the turmoil roiling inside. In times of need, he could always "fake it till he made it," slipping into a well-practiced business mode.

"Hey, sorry about that," he greeted Makai with a quick apology as he stepped into the room. His eyes shifted to Myra, Makai's wife, and he offered her a warm, welcoming smile. "I would've met you both out front, but, well… Makai knows how I am," he added with a sheepish grin. It wasn't the most convincing excuse, but it would have to do. "No doubt Makai's already told you, but I'm Balun. It's nice to finally meet the woman he can't seem to stop talking about." He grinned, the comment meant as a compliment to her, though it also gave him the chance to tease his brother with playful affection.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

"Seventeen or not, that makes it even more concerning -- don't you remember what you were like at seventeen?" Myra shot back, a chuckle slipping from her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. She was feeling better now, at least enough to tease Makai. Satisfied with the knowledge that at least one of her meals would include his risotto -- though it didn't have to be all of them -- Myra was well pleased for the moment.

Her eyes perked up at the mention of Balum being a Jedi. Not that it particularly mattered to her; it was more curiosity than anything else. Myra hadn't interacted much with the Jedi, not in her role as overseer of MaraTibx these last few years. Her mother's occasional ramblings about Jedi women or the Jedi Master Judah was seeing were about the extent of her knowledge. Most folk she spoke with were of the non Force using type.

"Oh, living here part-time already?" Myra murmured, raising an eyebrow. That was fast, she mused, but she didn't say it aloud, feeling no need to dwell on the details.

"Well, we'll see," she added after a moment, her tone more thoughtful. "I know we did the same with Persie, but... I'd rather take it one day at a time with someone new." Myra's lips pressed into a small, cautious smile. She wasn't one to leap into relationships without consideration, especially with someone she didn't know well. It was a habit her mother had ingrained in her from a young age: Caution first, trust later.

"Not that I'm saying Balum isn't okay," she murmured, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "But you know how Mama is. She's always warning me about showing too much to people we don't fully know." A lifetime of being under the public eye had taught Myra to keep her cards close. Not only that, but after what happened with Mrs. Datos, even more reason to be cautious. It was one thing to open up to a young teen like Persie or Rue, but a Jedi? Someone with that kind of training, with their own complicated story? It was different. Myra couldn't help but wonder what kind of thoughts Balum might have about how he ended up in the Dashiell family, and what it meant for his future.

Before she could dwell on it too long, she heard an unfamiliar young male voice from the hallway -- Balum, she supposed. Myra quickly composed herself, slipping on the polite, practiced smile she'd mastered over years of training. First impressions mattered, especially in situations like this.

He was younger than she'd expected -- just a kid, really -- but Myra could clearly see the Dashiell features in him. Shaggy hair, a lanky build that reminded her of Makai before he'd filled out more from years of running and training. But still, there was a strength in him, something familiar yet different.

"Hello, Balum, a pleasure to meet you," Myra greeted, extending her hand toward him, her gray eyes warm despite her paleness from the nausea. "I've heard quite a bit about you already."

Balum shook her hand, her grip a little weak but genuine.

"That so?" Myra teased lightly, catching something in his expression. "Are you sure it wasn't minerals or ores he couldn't stop talking about?" Her smile turned playful. "Maybe he was discussing an ellie rock?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Makai was going to discuss Balun more, to gently remind his wife that his half-brother was an orphan just like she had been. Of course he would be staying at the compound part-time, but that was more a conversation for when they had complete privacy. He didn't want his half-brother to overhear them talking about him at length. Embarrassing for all parties involved.

Besides, it was right for his wife to be cautious of Balun. She hadn't met him before. The last time there was an opportunity, Ellie had been deathly ill and asleep upstairs in their Gallinore home. Not exactly primed for a visit then and as such, Makai had been meeting Bale more one-on-one.

Eyes rolled at her mention of rocks and minerals and ores, gently slipping an arm around her frame.

"No Ellie rocks. Although now I'm determined to find a new ore or mineral and name it after you. I can combine both of my loves into one.... I'll add it to my notebook as a goal tonight."

Shoulders relaxed a little. Ellie was teasing him, a good sign she was feeling better for the moment.

"Ells, this is Balun...recent half-brother. Bale, this is Myra, semi-recent wife. Glad you both could meet. I know things have been a little dicey on our end, so I apologize for the wait."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Joiol Dashiell Compound.
Present Company: Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Makai Dashiell .
Reluctantly Wearing: X.

Balun gently took Myra Arceneau Dashiell 's hand, careful with his grip, fully aware of her current condition, though he struggled for the right word to describe it. Despite having seen the brutalities of war and serving in hostile situations, his touch was tender, reflecting the warmth and gentleness of his general nature.

When his thoughts weren't clouded by heavier concerns, Balun was a kind-hearted and thoughtful young man who cherished life's simple joys, especially spending time with the people closest to him, like his new family and his close friend, Nouqai Veil. He didn't let many people in, keeping his guard up, but Nouqai had been the exception, even before Balun discovered his connection to House Dashiell. Maybe that's why making a good impression today felt so important.

With a playful smirk, Balun glanced over at Makai Dashiell . "Nothing too bad, I hope," he quipped, poking fun at himself. "The awkward and unexpected new addition to the Dashiell family and all," he added, acknowledging the unusual circumstances that brought him here. "It's been a wild ride, but I couldn't be more grateful. And now, meeting you, Ellie..." His smile softened, growing more sincere as he felt a sense of completion. "I'm not sure how many more I've yet to meet, but knowing what you mean to my brother, how could I not have been looking forward to this?"

Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind, one that made him feel the need to apologize. "I should probably apologize for my choice of clothes," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice. "I know it's not exactly the style you'd expect around the Dashiell family—robes and all." He let out a light laugh, the awkwardness clear in his tone. "Truth is, I've been having a bit of trouble figuring out my own fashion sense. Most people see the robes and immediately think 'Jedi,' and assume I've got a stick up my ass. But honestly, I don't own much else." He gave a sheepish shrug, clearly a little self-conscious about it.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra rolled her eyes at Makai's commentary on 'Ellie rocks.' He's such a xenogeo head, she thought with a soft chuckle, but the fondness in her smile was unmistakable. It was one of the things she loved about him -- how he could find fascination in the most mundane things.

But as her attention shifted to Balum, the teasing smile softened into something warmer. There was something endearing about his sheepish demeanor, the way he seemed so uncertain yet eager to make a good impression. Myra felt her heart thaw a little more with each awkward glance and shy smile. Maybe she had been overthinking it. He was, after all, just a kid -- one who had been thrown into the whirlwind of Dashiell family dynamics with little warning.

"Well, Judah says there's a whole brood back on Saleucami," she quipped, trying to ease the tension with a bit of humor. "And Makai mentioned one of them breeds fancy nerfs for steaks. So at least you'll get a decent meal out of it." She flashed him a wry grin as she moved over to a nearby chair, grateful for the chance to sit down. Sitting always helped, especially when the nausea threatened to resurface.

"No need to worry about what you wear around us, though," she continued, settling into her seat with a quiet sigh of relief. "Persie might have more opinions, but we're not that fussy unless one has to go out in public." Her eyes glinted with amusement as she glanced at Makai before turning back to Balum. "Have you met her yet? She's... well, let's just say she'll keep you on your toes."

The thought of Persie brought a smile to Myra's face. She could already imagine Persie fussing over Balum's wardrobe, the way she did with anyone new, making sure they fit her idea of 'appropriate' style. It was something Myra found both endearing and mildly exhausting at times. But it was also just Persie -- and she had no doubt that her younger Fashionista Dashiell would take to Balum soon enough.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell


Makai helped Ellie ease into the chair, surprised she had remained standing for so long as it was. He leaned against the plush chair as they spoke, motioning for Bale to take a seat and relax. He didn't look entirely comfortable despite the fact this was a casual conversation and Makai didn't expect his brother to be trying to impress either one of them.

"Yeah, we're not fashion-foward people. I'm about to change into my short-shorts and a shirt and transform into frat boy Makai. Whatever makes you comfortable. If you want some fashion advice though, Ellie is right, Persephone will get ahold of you very,very soon. She's exploring right now."

Makai glanced down at his wife and gently shook his head.

"No, when Bale was over last time Persie had her classes at the col'n termi and then ballet. He hasn't experienced the force that is Persephone Dashiell."

He had kept their adopted daughter busy on Gallinore, mainly to keep her from hovering over Ellie all day. Persephone was a great help and he didn't discount how useful the teenager had been over the last several weeks. Yet they were determined after her rough start to also let Persie be a kid. That meant letting her have her own life and experiences outside of the family despite the delicate condition his wife was in.

Makai squeezed Ellie's shoulder before speaking next.He was about to broach a delicate issue but best to address now.

"Hey, Bale, you can do me a favor? I'm kind of the only one who calls Myra Ellie....its a thing, kind of like a endearment. Sort of calling someone sweetheart or honey or something. I can always say Myra while you're here if that helps but typically I only use it for business meetings or serious fights. Neither one I plan on doing while hanging here on Joiol."

With that small piece addressed and out of the way, Makai hoped Bale would understand. Of course, if his wife wanted to override him and go by Ellie, that was fine. Just the first time he encountered the entire 'Ellie' versus 'Myra' issue.

"Tell us how you been? What you've been up to. You want something to drink? Eat?"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun tilted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Nah, I haven't," he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "Honestly, I've been so wrapped up in my own world, I don't even know how many of us are out there." The realization seemed to dawn on him as he spoke, though he was already aware of Myra Arceneau Dashiell, Makai's partner—something that wasn't exactly a secret.

He'd spent most of his time sticking close to Makai and Judah Dashiell , but beyond them, his knowledge of the extended family was a bit hazy. "What's Persie like? Aside from having a much better sense of style than I do?" A warm smile crossed his face, the thought of meeting more of the family genuinely exciting him. He welcomed the chance to widen his circle.

"Oh, chit—my bad, man!" Balun chuckled sheepishly, glad the mistake had been pointed out before it became a bigger deal. "Nah, keep doing your thing. Sorry, Myra." He shot a playful glance at her, emphasizing her name with a grin, trying to smooth over his slip-up.

He leaned back, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he shifted gears. "Huh, where to start?" He moved to sit with the others in the living area, settling in comfortably. "I've been more focused on getting Dashiell Retrofit off the ground lately, more so than my duties with the Tingel Arm Coalition. I'm still an Aquilian Ranger, but since our last chat with Dad…" Balun nodded toward Makai, recalling their recent conversation, "we've got the Orbital Shipyard construction over Kesh underway. Dad's been helping me out with staffing, and I've already started planning a few projects." A satisfied smirk crossed his face as he thought of the starships he envisioned for the smaller company.

"I've also been hanging out with a friend in my free time. You haven't met her yet—her name's Nouqai Veil ." He grinned at the mention of her, recalling their latest adventure. "We went to this carnival thing in Sith Space. That's where she's based these days, I guess you could say." The memory brought a hint of mischief to his expression, knowing their escapade would likely raise some eyebrows.

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell​

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra stifled a muffled giggle when Makai firmly drew the line at Balun calling her Ellie. It was one of those things that had always been just theirs --- her nickname, given by Makai early on, borrowed from her middle name, Elspeth. No one else had ever called her that, and honestly, she liked it that way. Considering how possessive she could be about anything involving Makai, she let him have that, though she was equally amused by Balun's sheepish reaction.

"It's okay," Myra reassured Balun with a soft smile, her voice gentle. "You didn't know. I'm sure Makai's called me Ellie plenty without realizing it, and it only dawned on him now."

Myra couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy for him; it couldn't be easy navigating all these new family dynamics.

When the conversation shifted to Persie, Myra grinned knowingly. "Well... Persie's into fashion, big time. But she's still working on the whole tact and filter thing. Depending on her mood, she might come right out and say if what you're wearing is, uh, 'abyssal,' or she'll offer to help you improve your wardrobe choices. She means well, though. Just like Makai gets obsessed over rocks, Persie gets fixated on anything design-related. Honestly, I'm starting to think it's a Dashiell trait -- everyone's got their thing."

As Balun started talking more about his life, Myra listened quietly, letting the conversation flow between him and Makai. She watched them both carefully, picking up on their body language as much as their words. The way they interacted was fascinating -- two brothers still feeling out their connection, figuring out how to be family. Ever so slowly as they continued to talk, it seemed that the tension around Balun seemed to dissolve.

When Balun mentioned Dashiell Retrofit, Myra raised an eyebrow. Already getting involved with the family company? It didn't surprise her, not with Judah's influence hovering in the background. That man had a way of pulling people into the fold, especially family. He also spoke of his childhood friend, although Myra's eyebrows did perk high regarding the mention of Sith territory. Weren't Jedi and Sith not on good terms?

"Sounds like you've been busy," she commented, her tone light but curious. There was no doubt about it -- Balun was already finding his place in the family, whether he realized it or not.

"How are you liking Dashiell Retrofit then?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Dashiell trait of fixation? Makai was amused, but he could see it. He wondered if MP would inherit such a trait or if there was enough of Ellie's genes to counteract such a thing. He wasn't expecting MP to be interested in geology however, despite the nickname of Mining Princess and knowing him, education about ores and minerals from an early age. It didn't matter, however. Given how sick Ellie had been he just wanted his wife and daughter safe and healthy, everything else would be icing on the proverbial cake.

There was no reason to add anything more about Persephone, Ellie had hit it well. It was only going to be a matter of time before she called Bale a 'tragedy', broke out a measuring tape, and started to order clothing for the boy with no room for objections.

While his wife was focused on Dashiell Retrofit, unsurprising given her limited energy they wouldn't speak about his brother but rather catch up, Makai had latched on to something else entirely. Not that he didn't want to hear about Dashiell Retrofit's progress, he did, but he also had multiple assistants who gave him daily briefings which included his brothers company.

"You sound very busy." Smirk was on his features, looking dead at his half-brother. "So you have a 'friend' hm? Is she a friend or something more?"

Makai raised a hand.

"Think before you answer. Don't end up like me, kissing your best friend with your hand half-way up her shirt and thinking she doesn't like you in the slightest. Not sure how that best friend even put up with me. Must have been my boyish good looks."

A grin down at Ellie and he squeezed her shoulder playfully.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"Honestly, I'd be glad for the help," Balun replied to Myra Arceneau Dashiell , a hint of relief coloring his tone. Fashion had never been something he worried about before, but ever since he'd stepped into the world of business, especially seeing how Judah Dashiell presented himself at events, it became glaringly obvious that his old Jedi robes just weren't cutting it anymore. At the last event—a showcase on the Celestial Islands called BLISS—Balun had tagged along with their father, hoping it would be a low-key affair. But the meet-and-greet turned into a gathering of sharp-dressed business elites, and there he was, standing out in his simple robes like a beacon, feeling as though he had painted a target on himself.

"She could mock me all she wants if it means finding clothes I actually look good in," he added with a smirk, clearly unbothered by the prospect of a little teasing. Bantering was something he was used to—Makai and he traded sharp jabs all the time, and it was always in good fun. But he realized with a sudden flash of self-awareness that exchanging that kind of banter with a girl, especially one who wasn't Nouqai Veil, might feel a bit... different. It wasn't about anything deeper—he just had always made a point of treating women with a little extra respect.

When Makai Dashiell chimed in, honing in on the mention of Nouqai like a heat-seeking missile, Balun couldn't help but smirk knowingly. He had long since learned to expect that particular brand of curiosity from his brother. Makai's needling about whether there was something more between him and Nouqai was almost predictable at this point, and Balun shook his head in amused disbelief.

"Believe it or not, some of us can have female friends without feeling like we're supposed to date them," Balun responded smoothly, shooting Makai a pointed look before glancing at Myra with a soft chuckle. "No offense, Myra—just messing around." His tone was light, but he paused briefly to actually consider Makai's question, recognizing that even in their teasing, there was always a layer of sincerity to Makai's words.

"Nouqai and I have known each other since we were, what, two? We grew up together in the Jedi Order, both left for different reasons. There's really no one I trust more than her, but nah, nothing's ever happened between us. We've always had each other's backs, but with everything we've been through, even if something did happen, it'd be risky for the friendship." He shrugged, speaking his thoughts aloud as he often did when answering seriously.

In truth, Balun hadn't given the possibility much thought before now, though Makai wasn't the first to bring it up. Iona Starchaser had also hinted at there being something more between him and Nouqai, though Balun had quickly dismissed the idea at the time. Back then, he had been more focused on getting to know Iona. Now, with both she and Makai asking similar questions, he found himself frowning slightly, not wanting to overthink it. The last thing he needed was for his next hangout with Nouqai to feel awkward.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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Myra raised her eyebrows, mildly amused at the way Makai emphasized his words when asking about Balun's friend. There was something in his tone, a mix of curiosity and brotherly suspicion that she found oddly entertaining. Oh, he's definitely invested in this.

But before she could fully process, Makai followed up with a comment that made her choke on the water she was sipping. She sputtered, eyes wide as she caught the end of his sentence -- Oh my word!

"Makai!" Myra gasped, her face flushing pink with embarrassment. She gave his shoulder a quick, playful smack, her pale cheeks betraying just how mortified she was. It wasn't often that he could make her blush, but this? This did the trick. Her hand flew to her face, trying to cool the heat rising there.

Balun, thankfully, took it in stride, seemingly unfazed by Makai's bluntness. Myra couldn't help but be impressed by how well he handled it, given the awkwardness of the situation.

"None taken," she added quickly, waving her hand from side to side in a gesture to assure Balun that she wasn't offended. Leave it to Makai to throw out something like that and expect no one to blink, she thought with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

As the conversation shifted back to Balun and his friend, Myra listened with interest. She was glad he had someone like that in his life. That kind of friendship was invaluable, especially for someone going through so many changes. To be honest, it reminded her a little of her own relationship with Makai in the early days. They'd started out as friends, though under strange circumstances, and had always been there for each other. Their relationship had grown naturally, shaped by shared struggles and quiet understanding. Maybe things were different in the Jedi Order for Balun, but she hoped he had someone he could rely on in the same way.

"Risky?" Myra echoed, her brows furrowing in confusion as she turned from Makai to Balun. "Isn't Judah dating a Jedi Historian?"

She glanced at Makai, her confusion deepening. "So... I'm not seeing where the risk comes in."

Well other than keeping it secret from your family for months.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

Makai smiled warmly at his wife, even as he got hit and she turned pink. It was a good sign, one that meant she was feeling better. Regaining some strength to show her personality off and be more like her old self. In turn, it reassured him, having spent far too many nights lately wide awake next to her, beyond worried. It gave him a chance to breathe - if even if it was just for a few moments.

"No, linguistics was her specialty remember? I think she works the hyperlanes as a consultant now, from what I understand." Still a Force user, Dad's girlfriend, but not aligned with any group as far as he was aware. "I don't think Bale means risky as in...they are on opposing sides or to the business."

Considering how they grew up, Makai instantly knew his wife was considering the business angle.

"I think Bale means risky in terms of their relationship, the friendship."

His hand slipped into Ellie's, fingers interlacing as they sat on the couch together. Expression grew serious as he addressed his half-brother, the teasing gone from his voice. The half-Galan glanced to the woman beside him for silent encouragement, no doubt his wife knew by now where this was headed.

"Which is a serious concern. A frightening one, paralyzing. Have you talked about it? You and Nouqai? Do you feel it may be mutual? It may be something to address with her but also realize....you both may love each other but at your ages...may not be able to be what the other person needs just yet. At seventeen I certainly was not in a position to..."

Makai gently squeezed Ellie's hand, continuing.

"At the same time, don't let an opportunity pass you by. You won't know until you both address it....don't fall into the trap of just assuming you know the other person so well that you think you know the answer. If you need some advice or have a question, I'm sure we could answer."

Private about their relationship they may be, but it would be easy enough to at least give some advice to Bale should he require it.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"I've never met the Jedi Dad's seeing, have you?" Balun asked with a hint of curiosity. He wondered what she was like. Given their shared past with the Jedi Order, Balun figured they might have a few things in common. Maybe she could even get Judah to go a little easier on him, considering his own past in the Order. Yet, at this point, he didn't even know her name.

As Makai explained further, clearly aware of the risk Balun had alluded to, Balun nodded in agreement, gesturing toward his brother. He shot a glance toward Myra Arceneau Dashiell , silently echoing, what he said. But then Makai Dashiell 's tone shifted to something more serious as he hinted that Balun and Nouqai Veil might be closer than they realized.

Could that be true? Balun's brow furrowed, though he didn't say anything immediately, letting the idea settle in his mind. He had always considered Nouqai the one person in his life he could trust without fear of disappointment or betrayal. Their bond was unshakable, and even when she turned to the Dark Side, it hadn't changed a thing. They had been through too much, including the time he had gone to extreme lengths to rescue her from the Lightsworn. Their friendship was the one constant in each other's lives. But he had never considered that they might love each other in a deeper way—could it be possible?

"Honestly, I've never thought about it that way," he admitted, his voice thoughtful. "We've always been close. She's the only person I can let in without feeling on edge, but that doesn't mean there's something more between us, does it? Sure, we love each other, but I always saw it like family. Neither of us had family until Dad found me, so it made sense that we'd be like family to each other. How do you even know if you love someone like that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Balun had never been in love. He had experienced a relationship once—it had been exciting, but not something he couldn't live without. He'd been attracted to girls, sure, and had been curious about more, but love? That was something he had never truly grasped. At eighteen, with only one real relationship behind him, he couldn't claim to know what love felt like. Any other feelings or temptations had never evolved into anything more than fleeting moments.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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Myra's brows lifted in understanding as Makai explained more clearly. So it wasn't just about Jedi rules or anything grand -- it had to do with the complexities of friendships, the blurred lines and emotions that could get tangled. Upon reflection, Myra could relate. She and Makai had their share of misunderstandings and issues to work through, even from the beginning. It was easy for things to get complicated when feelings were involved.

She squeezed Makai's hand gently, offering him a brief, encouraging smile. But she kept her thoughts to herself. It wasn't her place to offer advice, especially on the first day she'd met Balun. This was something that the brothers should work through on their own.

Feeling like the conversation was heading toward a more personal exchange, Myra straightened in her seat. "I'm going to grab a snack and some more hot tea," she said, her tone light. "Don't worry about me. You two go ahead and continue your conversation."

With that, she stood, offering Balun a warm smile before making her way toward the kitchen. The sea breeze filtering in from the open windows was refreshing, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, she didn't feel quite so nauseous. Perhaps a little space, and a bit of quiet, was exactly what all of them needed.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

"Yeah, Ells and I met her when we were dating. Thats a story for another day."

Makai would suggest Bale ask their father himself. Yet if the teenager wanted to be filled in brother-to-brother he would do his best, although his knowledge was extremely limited. Perhaps Balun would have a better chance at getting to know more about Azula than he would. An idea to float to his brother.

About to answer, Ellie mentioned she needed a snack and more tea. It was good news to him, with the pregnancy she hadn't wanted a snack in some time. Maybe Joiol was a good choice to come and stay at, he had been skeptical when they had first discussed it. Yet here they had plenty of room to stretch their legs without ever leaving the massive compound.

"If you need me..."

Watching her go, Makai waited a moment before turning back to Bale.

"Back to your question....I am actually not sure how to answer that. For me, I know Dad hated this answer, but I just knew. I realized I was in love as a teenager but didn't quite have the ability to express that until I was older. For me, it was knowing I didn't want a day to go by without her in it. Everything is infinitely better. Ellie knows more about me and things I will never tell another person."

Sinking back into the couch, he shrugged.

"I can't describe it. I just know how it feels.I think romantic love looks different for everyone. You should just ask her how she feels...if you both want to try something go on a no-pressure date. Holofilm then caf and cake was always our go-to."