Private The Holiday

[Makai Dashiell]

TIRTHA COVE, JOIOL

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Balun Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell , Thessa Kai , Judah Dashiell , Azula Tindara , Danger Arceneau , Lady Falentra

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The one good thing about a family holiday-ish get together? Makai was able to busy himself by manning the grill.

On the beach, a large driftwood fire had been started. A massive table has been set up in the sand, set to the nines despite the casual get together. Food of various kinds had been prepared ; nerf steaks from cousin Caspian, various shellfish and mollusks collected from the very ocean in front of them, grilled nuna. Knowing the different tastes of his mother and possibly Falentra, various raw fish dishes had been carefully prepared and he was even grilling baby octopus on the grill as a just-in-case. Wine and various non-alcoholic drinks chilled in buckets of ice, a medley of side dishes all tucked in between the chaos. Did they go overboard? Yes but overall he and his wife wanted all the guests to be comfortable.

Dressed in a long sleeve blue shirt and colorful galaxy shorts, he was happy they decided it was a less formal holidays, that they decided to do a beach barbeque rather than something formal and stuffy indoors. Less pressure too ; one could wander on the beach looking for seashells on a 'break' from the family and not seem anti-social in the slightest.

Now it was just a matter of navigating the evening successfully. Makai was certain he would be holding his breath the entire time. His wedding went fine but that was different ; the focus was on the ceremony. This was much less centralized, although he imagined both mothers would be interested in fussing over Ellie and her growing belly. The 'kids' would probably scatter around the beach. His father and Azula? Who knew, a mystery.

As for himself? Firmly attached to the grill like a barnacle on a boat.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Judah Dashiell Persephone Dashiell Balun Dashiell Azula Tindara Thessa Kai Lady Falentra

The salty ocean breeze drifted in through the open windows, carrying with it the sound of distant waves and Rue's laughter as the younger girl raced along the shoreline. Myra sat perched on one of the kitchen stools, the curve of her belly resting comfortably against the counter's edge. Her hands idly smoothed over the fabric of her maternity tunic as she watched her mother, Danger, bustling about the kitchen.

"It's fine, Mama," Myra said, her tone halfway between affection and exasperation. "I can get my own tea."

Danger, however, was not one to be deterred. She shot her daughter an amused glance, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she prepared the tea. "Ain't an issue," she said, the familiar twang in her voice wrapping around her words like a warm hug. "'Sides, I can move much faster than you now."

Myra huffed a laugh but didn't argue. It was easier to let her mama fuss, even if it was a bit much sometimes. Fussing was Danger's love language, after all.

The tea was soon finished, and Danger slid the steaming cup across the counter with a flourish, her green eyes soft with concern. "Just glad you're feelin' better," she said, brushing a stray strand of mahogany hair from Myra's face.

Myra cradled the cup in her hands, savoring its warmth. "I am," she said, meeting her mother's gaze with a grateful smile. "And I'm glad you were able to come."

"'Course I would," Danger replied, her voice steady, a quiet promise threaded through her words. The Queen of Trade was many things, but above all, she was dependable when it mattered. If she could navigate the treacherous waters of Sith Empire negotiations with grace, she could certainly handle a family visit.

Still, Myra couldn't help but appreciate the effort. Her mother's presence, her humor, even her fussing -- it all made things feel a little less overwhelming.

"So, tell me what's been going on then...."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Dashiell Family Estate, Tirtha Cove, Joiol.
Wearing: X.
Non-Playable Characters: Luna.
Interacting With: Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Makai Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell , Thessa Kai , Judah Dashiell , Azula Tindara , Danger Arceneau , Lady Falentra

Balun Dashiell dressed with deliberate care for the evening, keen to debut one of his latest acquisitions—a sharp outfit he'd discovered while casually browsing his datapad. Though not handpicked by Persephone Dashiell , whose taste often influenced his wardrobe, this particular ensemble had drawn his attention. Now, as he stood in front of the mirror, making final adjustments, he couldn't help but admire how the pieces came together.

The centerpiece was a tailored, textured brown jacket, its structured yet relaxed cut exuding understated confidence. Metallic clips and insignias gleamed subtly on the chest, imbuing it with a utilitarian edge and a hint of futuristic charm. The jacket's rugged exterior contrasted with the dark, plaid-patterned vest and shirt beneath, which matched the trousers in both tone and texture. The blend of formal sophistication and rugged practicality created an outfit that felt uniquely him—part polished gentleman, part Outer Rim Warden. It reminded him, almost nostalgically, of his time with the Tingel Arm Coalition as an Aquilian Ranger, a quiet tribute to those days of purpose and adventure.

At his waist, a sturdy leather belt with a holster completed the look. Tonight, however, the holster would remain empty. There was no need for his blaster or lightsaber at a family dinner—his weapons were safely tucked away at home. After all, what could possibly go wrong in the warmth of familial company? Still, as he gave himself a final once-over, he couldn't help but smirk at the thought that he might have slightly overestimated just how casual these dinners could get.

Leaving his room in the main complex, where he'd spent the night near Makai and Myra, he caught snippets of Myra chatting with someone nearby. For a moment, he considered joining the conversation, but instead, he opted to head outside, intent on finding his brother first. If anyone was going to offer an honest critique of his new outfit, it was Makai Dashiell . His brother's sharp tongue and penchant for good-natured teasing were legendary, and Balun knew that whatever ribbing he got would only make the evening more entertaining. With a quiet chuckle, he stepped into the cool evening air, ready for whatever awaited him.

Soft, rapid footsteps padded behind him as Luna, his loyal Merqaal companion, trotted eagerly at his side. Her sleek frame moved with a blend of grace and alertness, her bright eyes darting around as she stayed close to Balun, never letting him stray too far from her reach. The faint murmur of voices nearby—unfamiliar and foreign to her keen ears—made her tail flick nervously, her instincts sharpening with every sound. Strangers were not her favorite, and their presence kept her guarded, though she trusted Balun completely. For now, she pressed closer to him, her every step a quiet reassurance that she was there, ready to protect or comfort as needed.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

He had debated going outdoors and checking on Makai, hearing Rue run up and down the beach with Persephone, but there was a stop he wanted to make first. Judah wasn't sure where his ex-wife was or where Azula was yet he wasn't overly concerned with anyone getting in too much trouble during a family gathering. A shaky, first time family gathering but that meant all the more reason for everyone to be on their best behaviors.

Following the sounds of the two women talking, Judah intruded in on the conversation. A sheepish smile and a half-wave towards Danger as he made a bee line straight for Myra. Before the kids had gotten married, Judah had regular brunches and get togethers with the young woman. Since mid-summer though it was understand time and circumstance had occupied her elsewhere, their get togethers on the deep back burner.

"Promise I won't interrupt for long." Words more for Danger, than Myra. "Just wanted to say hello to my favorite daughter-in-law."

His only daughter in law, but still. The shaggy salvager moved closer and gave the woman a quick and gentle side hug.

"You look great, I know things have been rough. How are you liking married life? Makai better be treating you okay."

Danger Arceneau | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell | Lady Falentra | Azula Tindara | Thessa Kai​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Thessa Kai | Azula Tindara | Danger Arceneau | Persephone Dashiell | Judah Dashiell

A bonus of being outside on the grill ; it appeared he was on kid watching duty.

Rue was up and down the beach, finding interesting shells or stones, only to come running back to him with a 'prize' to show off. Which quickly lead to him watching an empty bowl fill up next to him on a cooler, in charge of watching the growing pile of treasure for the young redhead. Persephone seemed to be on the beach as well, engaged in making a ZikZok holovid, which wasn't surprising in the least.

Voices carried and he looked around for his mother or Azula, wondered if they had wandered outdoors yet. Nothing but he suspected the women of the family might be talking in their own private huddle. Not good news for his Dad if that was happening. Who he did spot was his half-brother and he gave a small wave, motioning him over. The little creature companion wasn't far behind, reminding him of his own pet. With the compound complete, he would have to bring his loth-cat off Celestia Station and to Tirtha Cove.

"Over here baby bro! Come hang out." Makai smirked at his own words. "Look at you. Looking like a real Dashiell."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Judah Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell
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Danger leaned back ever so slightly in her chair, crossing one ankle over the other with an easy, practiced grace as she watched Judah make his entrance. Her feline green eyes swept over him, a glimmer of something warm but guarded flickering there. Things between them weren't what they used to be, but time and effort -- on both their parts -- had at least smoothed out some of the edges.

A soft, welcoming smile curved her lips as Judah offered his sheepish greeting, and she gave a slight nod, her auburn hair catching the light as it fell over her shoulder.

"Ain't no issues," she drawled in that familiar husky tone, "Reckon I can go and check on the boys for a spell. Y'all take your time."

Rising to her feet, Danger's movements were unhurried, her demeanor exuding that refined poise she'd perfected over the years. Her gaze lingered on Judah for just a moment longer, her smile not fading but softening into something a touch more thoughtful. It was good to see him trying, even if they both knew there were years of distance to bridge.

Turning her attention to Myra, Danger gave the younger woman an encouraging wink, a silent message that she'd leave the two to their own conversation.

"Y'all behave now," she teased lightly before stepping aside to give them some privacy.

As she moved away, the familiar hum of the conversation behind her faded into the background. Danger's thoughts briefly wandered to Makai... and Judah's recently discovered lost son, the one she had yet to meet. Well, things would have to be done sooner or later, she mused as she made her way toward the adjoining room that led outside to where Makai Dashiell and Balun Dashiell would be.

Whatever passed between Judah and Myra, she figured it'd be in good hands. Myra always had a way of bringing out the best in folks -- even the old stubborn ones who'd grown more than a little rough around the edges.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Judah Dashiell

Myra barely had time to take another sip of her tea before the familiar sound of Judah's voice. She turned, her smile already forming as he strode in with his usual casual stroll.

Judah's sheepish grin was aimed at her mother, Danger, though his quick wave and purposeful beeline toward Myra left little doubt about his priorities. Myra leaned into his quick, careful side hug, her hands resting lightly on his arm as she squeezed back.

"It's good to see you, Judah," she said, her smile brightening as the faint lines of worry she'd been carrying softened. "It's been a while."

Her mama, on the other hand, took the time to excuse herself to give them some privacy.

"Alright," Myra said simply, nodding as she let her mother slip away without comment. There was always something unspoken beneath the surface when it came to Danger and Judah, but Myra wasn't going to poke at it now. There were other things to focus on -- like catching up with the man standing in front of her.

"Things are better, thankfully, " Myra replied, the corners of her mouth tugging upward as she met his gaze.

"The sea air's doing wonders for my nausea, and I'm finally getting some of my energy back." Her hand absently rested on the curve of her belly for a moment before she added, "And Makai? He's doing great. Spoiling me rotten, honestly."

There was an ease to their exchange, a familiarity built on countless brunches and quiet moments of shared conversation. But even as Myra spoke, she couldn't help but search his face for any signs of how he was doing. Judah had always been a pillar of steady support, but it had been far too long since their last proper chat. The weight of her pregnancy and everything that came with it had kept her preoccupied, but she hadn't forgotten him -- or the challenges he was carrying in his own life.

"How about you?" she asked, her tone softening as she tilted her head. "What's new? I've missed our brunches."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Dashiell Family Estate, Tirtha Cove, Joiol.
Wearing: X.
Non-Playable Characters: Luna.
Interacting With: Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Makai Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell , Thessa Kai , Judah Dashiell , Azula Tindara , Danger Arceneau , Lady Falentra

Balun cast a glance toward his brother, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he approached the grill. Makai Dashiell , somehow roped into the role of chef, was manning it with a quiet diligence. "You reckon?" Balun asked, his tone casual but tinged with self-awareness. He gestured toward himself, chuckling softly. "Feels like overkill to me, but hey, if it stops people from giving me that Jedi look, I'll count it as a win." His chuckle deepened into a low laugh, punctuated by a light tap of his knuckles against Makai's shoulder—a casual yet familiar gesture of brotherly affection.

As if on cue, Luna, his little Merqaal companion, darted up his right leg, claws briefly pressing against his clothes as she ascended. She scaled his back with practiced agility, settling comfortably on his left shoulder—the one nearest to Makai. Her dark eyes flicked toward the other man with a mix of curiosity and cautious reserve, her ears tilted slightly back but showing no signs of hostility. It was evident she was growing accustomed to the increased company around her and Balun, though she still maintained her usual wary demeanor.

"Oh, right," Balun said, suddenly realizing. "You haven't met Luna, have you?" He tilted his head toward the critter and gave her a gentle nuzzle with his cheek. She was about the size of a house cat, her sleek body complemented by three scaled antennae that drooped like floppy ears but twitched attentively, picking up even the faintest vibrations. Her unique features made her an exceptional scout, a trait Balun admired. "She's a Merqaal. You don't see them much, but yeah, that's what she is. I rescued her from a wildlife smuggler—nasty business, really." His voice softened as he glanced fondly at her. "Out of all the animals we saved, she's the one who stuck around."

He returned his gaze to Makai, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "Oh, by the way, Dad actually showed up to this thing. Can you believe it?" He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the house. "Didn't think he'd have the guts. Dead man walking, right?"

Unbeknownst to Balun, the very door he gestured toward had just swung open, revealing none other than Danger Arceneau herself, striding purposefully in their direction. Still oblivious, Balun smirked confidently, blissfully unaware of the trouble about to unfold.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Azula had started to learn to enjoy the ocean. She had travelled far and wide, but had always been drawn to the urban centers of the galaxy. Both because that was where her life had needed her to be and because it was most familiar to her.

She padded in bare feet along the dark sand. She let the waves break and the gentle sea foam roll across her feet.

Azula was wearing a loose beach dress in a vintage flower print. She had her hands at her hips with it hitched up just a few inches in case a larger wave rolled in.

She rounded some rocks to approach the house and someone's voice floated on the breeze.

"Didn't think he'd have the guts. Dead man walking, right?"

Unbeknownst to Balun, the very door he gestured toward had just swung open, revealing none other than Danger Arceneau herself, striding purposefully in their direction. Still oblivious, Balun smirked confidently, blissfully unaware of the trouble about to unfold.

Azula didn't know how to deal with an extended family. She knew how to pretend to fit into any situation, but that wasn't the point of being here.

She headed for the barbecue. She could see Makai looking for Balum to Danger over his shoulder, as if whatever had just been said would irk the powerful multi billionaire.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Balun Dashiell , Thessa Kai , Danger Arceneau , Azula Tindara

"I mean it is overkill for a family dinner on the beach however." Makai paused, as if to say wait just a moment. "I think the outfit looks great and it looks like you. It suits what you're trying to become."

Spotting the creature, Makai held out the back of his hand to let the creature sniff it. Seemed a bit skittish and his luck would end up in getting bit because he was far too overeager. A curious little animal, Makai was certain he had never encountered one before today. Seemed intelligent, hyper aware at least. Like an animal hunted for its furs.

"Hey Luna." Another sniff at the back of his hand and he dropped it, not wanting to stress the animal. "I have a Loth-cat, Kuro, who is on a space station. Now that we're going to be here with the kid might as well bring him over and let this great space be his home. Bit of a weird Loth-cat, nothing like the one I had as a kid."

She headed for the barbecue. She could see Makai looking for Balum to Danger over his shoulder, as if whatever had just been said would irk the powerful multi billionaire.

"Oh, by the way, Dad actually showed up to this thing. Can you believe it?" He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the house. "Didn't think he'd have the guts. Dead man walking, right?"

Makai waved to both Danger and Azula, spotting them once Balun had hooked his hand back towards the house. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"You have zero idea. My Mom, Danger, and his girlfriend? I mean I haven't seen my Mom yet but if I was him I'd still use caution. I'm pretty lucky...don't have any exes to get together in a room and shit talk about me, you know?"

The two women approached and he smiled.

"Hey Zuly. Hey Ma. Get tired of gossiping about Dad already?" A small pause. "This is Balun, the now infamous half-brother."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Great to see you as well."

Judah frowned slightly as Danger Arceneau left. He didn't want her to leave on account of his presence but he wasn't even sure if he was the entire reason for her to head outdoors. The old salvager was doing his best not to jump to conclusions and just ride the wave, difficult as that may be.

"Sounds like things are looking up on all accounts for you then. Spoiling you is the least Makai can do for you at this point. I tried to be a good example on that front."

Differences he may have with his ex-wife, Judah still strove to help and take care of her best as possible, despite having a grown son now. He paused a moment in his conversation, heading to the conservator and grabbing a bottled water, cracking it as he continued to speak.

"I've missed our brunches too. Perhaps once this little girl arrives and settles into the family we can continue them. I've tried to spend more time in this area and be present, and by then beyond being typical parent tired, I imagine you will be feeling much better."

A sip of water and he shrugged slightly.

"Okay. Not as busy as I would like. I suppose that will change soon when I take over Makai's work. Got into a bit of a....situation...while Azula and I were out scouting for a refugee office on Mek-sha. At least it forced me to get that shoulder injury fixed, but it definitely slowed down my attendance at events for Salacia." Another pause. "Still on the outs with your Ma apparently but naturally, like every other Dashiell man, my track record with women is horrific."

He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm just an old man rambling now. On to more interesting subjects ; any plans for Life Day?"

Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Thessa Kai | Lady Falentra | Balun Dashiell | | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell Azula Tindara
| Dress x | x | x | x | x | x | X | X |

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"Oh, by the way, Dad actually showed up to this thing. Can you believe it?" He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the house. "Didn't think he'd have the guts. Dead man walking, right?"

Danger approached with the kind of slow, deliberate grace that spoke of confidence and years spent navigating situations just as delicate as this one. Her heeled sandals clicked softly against the durasteel floor, her sunset orange dress flowing around her like Tatooine's Dune seas. Feline emerald fire green eyes as sharp took in the scene before her.

The boy with the mop of unruly hair and the creature cradled in his arms was unmistakably tied to Judah. No doubt about that. The way he carried himself that casual Dashiell demeanor mixed with a tendency to speak without thinking -- why, it was written all over him. And the little wave Makai sent her way only confirmed it.

"Hey Zuly. Hey Ma. Get tired of gossiping about Dad already?" A small pause. "This is Balun, the now infamous half-brother."

"Well," Danger cooed in her honeyed twang, her voice laced with a teasing warmth, "if that ain't a classic Dashiell foot-in-the-mouth moment. Blood sure don't lie, now does it?" Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she came to a stop within earshot, one brow arching high over her feline green gaze.

She tilted her head ever so slightly, as if mulling over the teenager's remark about Judah.

"Give it time," she drawled, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Reckon pendin' on the circumstances, he'll either clam up tighter than a Neimoidian's purse or go wanderin' off with a glass of whiskey to dull the sting."

Her smile widened, all charm and easy cordiality, as her gaze shifted to Balun. She gave him a quick but thorough once over, taking in the tousled hair, the creature in his arms, and the spacer's attire. No Jedi robes to be found - and speaking of Jedi, seemed that Judahs's flavor of the past year that he had so deemed to be his friends with benefits situationship was walking up. All the while, Danger still maintained the cordial and welcoming personality for which her reputation was known, mental shields locked up tight and making it impossible to read her other than her perceived hospitality. Her years working alongside Force users had taught her plenty, and while her personal feelings about Jedi were kept locked up tighter than a Rave Merrill vault ship, Danger's outward demeanor was nothing short of gracious.

For now, however, Danger would extend a hand toward Balun, she let her drawl linger as she introduced herself.

"Danger Arceneau," she said warmly to Bale. "Myra's mama." She thought briefly about adding that she'd always thought of herself as something of a mother to Makai, too, but with Judah's former wife possibly arriving at any moment, she decided against it. Best not to stir up a whirlwind unless absolutely necessary.

Her green gaze flicked to Makai briefly, a glint of mischief in her eyes as if to say, Now this should be interesting. Then she returned her attention to Balun, her smile never faltering.

"A pleasure to meet you," she said, her voice smooth and genuine, every bit the picture of a cordial southern systems belle -- just one who happened to be a galactic powerhouse in her own right.

Thereafter, she'd turn with a seemingly cordial smile towards the woman no one had yet to officially introduce to her -- even though Judah had brought her over to the Farm on the day of Alric's death without her approval. That he kept her under wraps and away from Danger's sight had been the best outcome at the time. Had he not... well...

Needless to say, it would not have gone too well.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Judah Dashiell

"I would like that...let's see if we can get brunches started again," she said, her tone warm but with a touch of determination. "Maybe even do them here? Seems like you have a place to stay nearby, so it'd be nice to see you around more."

She took a moment to study him, her expression softening as she took in the details that made Judah who he was. His shaggy hair, streaked with grey, and those sharp ocean blue eyes that always seemed to hold an endless reserve of wisdom and humor. But today, there was something else, a weariness that hadn't been there before. It wasn't the same kind of tension she'd noticed during Life Day last year. No, this felt... different. Not necessarily worse, but maybe just better hidden. Or maybe he'd just gotten better at shouldering it.

When he mentioned Mek-Sha, her fingers tightened slightly around the glass.

"Wait, what happened? And are you both alright?" she asked, leaning forward, her concern spilling into her voice. She listened closely as Judah gave her whatever details he'd deemed appropriate. Her heart clenched at the thought of him and Azula in any kind of danger, but it was a relief to know the injury had at least led to his shoulder being properly fixed.

"Sounds like a lot to go through," she said softly, offering a small, empathetic smile.

"You know, with my mama... just give her time and space. She means well. I know you both care about each other, even if you're both as stubborn as a herd of banthas sometimes."

Judah's self deprecating comment about his track record with women made her give him a faint empathetic smile, then she shook her head at him. "I wouldn't call it horrific. Complicated, maybe. But definitely not horrific."

As the topic shifted, Myra brightened, letting the conversation steer toward something lighter.

"Oh, Life Day! Well, I told Makai we need to start planning something soon. I don't want this little one to grow up without some proper traditions, you know? It'd be nice to have something that makes the holidays feel special. What about you? Any plans?"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Dashiell Family Estate, Tirtha Cove, Joiol.
Wearing: X.
Non-Playable Characters: Luna.
Interacting With: Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Makai Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell , Thessa Kai , Judah Dashiell , Azula Tindara , Danger Arceneau , Lady Falentra

Makai Dashiell 's approving nod toward Balun's attire felt like a personal victory, one that stretched a genuine, prideful smile across Balun's face. It wasn't often that he earned such clear validation, and he savored the moment. "Well... I can do overkill," he admitted with a light chuckle, smoothing the front of his outfit. "But if it fits and looks the part, I'm happy. It's been tough shaking off the Jedi image, though. Everyone still sees me as that guy." His tone carried a mix of self-deprecation and good humor, his mood buoyant as he stood by the grill with Makai, the smoky scent of barbeque curling into the cool evening air.

Makai's casual wave toward someone caught Balun off guard, his brows knitting briefly in confusion. He turned halfway, glancing over his shoulder just as Danger Arceneau approached from the manor. Her voice broke the air, laced with amusement as she teased him about being in a "foot and mouth" situation. Balun's quiet chuckle was warm, his smirk softening into a more thoughtful expression when she added something about his Dashiell blood proving itself. Her words stirred something in him—a mixture of pride and gratitude that reflected in his lifted gaze as their eyes met.

When she formally introduced herself, Balun froze momentarily, doing a quick mental double-take as recognition dawned. His demeanour shifted, his smile broadening with genuine pleasure. "Oh, I've been hoping to meet you," he said softly, dipping his head in a gesture that carried the echoes of his Jedi training. The movement was respectful, heartfelt, and just slightly out of place in the current context, a subtle reminder of his past. "Myra's awesome, and Dad's mentioned you a few times. Like Makai said, I'm Balun." He extended a hand, his grip warm and considerate as he greeted her. "And no, I'm not the one in the firing line tonight," he added with a wry grin, stepping slightly to the side to create a more inclusive space for their conversation.

As Danger glanced toward another figure across the lawn, Balun instinctively followed her gaze. His eyes landed on Azula, and his posture straightened subtly. Even before exchanging a word, he felt her presence—a Force signature unmistakably strong, radiating with a power far beyond anyone else at the estate. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and his expression shifted to one of respectful acknowledgment.

Balun smiled warmly toward Azula Tindara , offering a more formal bow than before, one steeped in Jedi tradition and carrying an unmistakable deference to her abilities. Though he had stepped into a new chapter of his life, the old habits of honouring fellow Force Users remained deeply ingrained. His gesture was sincere, an unspoken acknowledgment of her strength and an invitation to share in the evening's gathering with equal standing.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"I would like that...let's see if we can get brunches started again," she said, her tone warm but with a touch of determination. "Maybe even do them here? Seems like you have a place to stay nearby, so it'd be nice to see you around more."

"We could certainly do them here. I've been trying to stay more on the compound since Makai was nice enough to give us all a space here and I've made a commitment not to hide away on Celestia Station. So, sounds like brunches can be back on. Just let me know when, I'm on your schedule."

Tirtha Cove had homes for everyone in the family - Judah had taken the third one on the beach, at the very end, leaving the closer one for when Danger chose to visit. The old salvager figured she would stay close to the Farm but with a granddaughter on the way, perhaps she would be seen more on the sleepy agricultural planet.

"Wait, what happened? And are you both alright?" she asked, leaning forward, her concern spilling into her voice.

"Yes, we're both fine, I assure you. Got 'kidnapped' when traveling to the potential refugee office. I wanted to set up a recruitment for Salacia to expand our labor force during galactic upheaval. We escaped thanks to Azula but naturally we got a little roughed up during the entire ordeal. Being handcuffed forever just aggravated that old injury. I wore a brace for a bit but its basically mended. No need to worry, I'm able to do any projects needed for the granddaughter."

Judiciously, Judah was going to avoid the topic of Danger yet nodded in full agreement. They were both stubborn people. Myra also loved them both and he would never say anything to make the young woman uncomfortable. Not that he would ever bash Danger, he still considered her his best friend after all.

"Oh, Life Day! Well, I told Makai we need to start planning something soon. I don't want this little one to grow up without some proper traditions, you know? It'd be nice to have something that makes the holidays feel special. What about you? Any plans?"

"You know we tend to go fishing every year - last year you were gracious enough to have yours and Makai's Life Day a little early. This year maybe Makai and I can fish right here on Joiol- maybe a week before Life Day? - I don't want him too far in your condition. See if Balun wants to join us. I'm not sure what I'm doing for the actual day, I should probably ask Azula and Bale and figure out what you two kids are doing."

He paused, realizing traditions would have to be in place with a bigger family.

"Traditions will be good. Important as the kid gets older. Obviously I never had any enforced with Makai. Beyond the fishing."

Not wanting to speak about himself, Judah brought up an subject that had been on his mind.

"How do you feel? About becoming a mother? I feel you'll do just fine but I remember before Makai was born, entirely different thoughts start worming in."

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Hey Zuly. Hey Ma. Get tired of gossiping about Dad already?" A small pause. "This is Balun, the now infamous half-brother."

Thereafter, she'd turn with a seemingly cordial smile towards the woman no one had yet to officially introduce to her -- even though Judah had brought her over to the Farm on the day of Alric's death without her approval.

Azula offered a smile in turn. She offered a gentle nod of her head. These were the people closest to Judah. They all knew him better than she did.

There was a lot going on. Balun had only recently found his biological father, Danger had lost her husband and Myrai was heavily pregnant.

"I'm Azula, no one has to copy Makai and say 'Zuly'," she said.

Balun smiled warmly toward Azula Tindara Azula Tindara , offering a more formal bow than before, one steeped in Jedi tradition and carrying an unmistakable deference to her abilities.

"Oh, don't need to do that," she said. She smiled politely.

"I've never really been a proper Jedi. It's nice to meet you both," she said, offering a hand to Danger and Balun in turn. "How's the food coming?" she asked Makai.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Azula Tindara | Danger Arceneau | Balun Dashiell | Lady Falentra | Thessa Kai

Quiet for the most part, he raised an eyebrow when his half-brother bowed to Azula. Gaze shifted to Danger for the briefest of moments, looking for an answer. Did Jedi have to be this formal in such an informal environment? Maybe that was the standard greeting. It was hard to tell, his time had been limited with Jedi in his youth. He didn't remember Teddy and Zak bowing at one another. An age thing? Azula didn't seem that old.

"I'm Azula, no one has to copy Makai and say 'Zuly'," she said.

"Oh, sorry Azula." A small pause, wondering if he should introduce someone he was literally meeting for the second time. He didn't even know what to say now. It was best to focus on her question in regards to the food. "Depends on what you would like...sides are done. Octopus is pretty much done. Steak is done if you like things on the rarer side,otherwise give me a moment.... Nuna is almost there. I've got warmers and tricks up my sleeve so don't feel obligated to eat immediately if you don't want to."

Subtly he turned to look for his mother - she hadn't shown yet. Early in the party though he supposed. He schooled his expression into something more neutral as he turned his attention back to the others, falling back into his role as chef for the evening.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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Myra smiled softly, leaning back in her chair and letting Judah's words settle in her mind. The thought of brunches returning, of keeping traditions alive, gave her a sense of grounding she hadn't realized she'd needed.

"Brunches here sound perfect," she said, a little grin playing on her lips. "I would really like to see you around more often -- I've been worried about you." she added, an empathic expression forming over the young woman's face, reaching out to try and give his hand a comforting squeeze.

When Judah mentioned the fishing tradition, Myra's expression warmed further. "I think fishing sounds great, and I know Makai would love it."

At his question, her smile wavered slightly, her gaze dropping to her hands, resting on the gentle curve of her belly. She let out a small breath, thoughtful.

"How do I feel about becoming a mother?" She echoed the question softly, rolling the thought over.

"I guess... a mix of excitement and terror. There are moments when I feel ready -- like, I've got this. Then, other times, I wonder if I'll be good enough, if I'll have the patience, the wisdom."

She glanced up at Judah, her expression vulnerable but resolute. "But hearing you say I'll do fine means a lot. You're a great dad, Judah, and Makai turned out incredible because of you. I just hope I can do the same for this little one."

Thinking about parenting made Myra return to the earlier mention of Bale making Myra muse a bit. She observed Judah for a moment before asking quietly, "So... how is that all turning out for you? Bale and everything? You doing okay?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"I'm the last person you should be worrying about. However, the sentiment is appreciated. I will be around more often. Promise."

If Judah was reading between the lines it seemed the kids were settling in on Joiol for the longer haul rather than Gallinore. He had been debating if he needed a home on the Hapan planet to be closer in case the two needed assistance, but with the family compound he didn't have to scramble to find accommodation.

Brunches and fishing ; he'd have to put in the legwork to accomplish such things. Fishing trip he always planned and it was even easier this year to do it right on their own property. Brunches also easy but he would want to eventually try out now recipes once Myra Arceneau Dashiell felt better.

Listening, Judah nodded in regards to her concerns, but also offered a small smile, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Not patient enough? Myra Elspeth? The girl who wanted far too long for a boy. I think your patience will be fine. Wisdom? I can't say that comes easier. I honestly had to guess most days and just use my head."

Perhaps not the most reassuring answer, but the truth. Answers always didn't come easy as a parent and some trial-and-error was built into the entire process he felt.

"I'm fine. Balun is an alright boy....but....clearly not raised in the manner I would have raised him. Not sure if being locked away with Jedi made him feel he has to experience life now in a more vibrant manner." He paused. "I...I just don't know. Things would be vastly different if I had been able to raise him at a younger age and I do mourn that. My own fault. I'll be here if he needs me but I often get the impression he isn't always keen on his old man..."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Balun Dashiell Makai Dashiell Azula Tindara
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Danger's smile warmed as her hand met Bale's for a firm but cordial shake. A soft chuckle escaped her, low and honeyed, when he mentioned Makai and Judah having already spoken about her.

"Well now, here's hopin' all that chatter they were on about was good," she said with a playful lilt, her auburn brows arching ever so slightly as she released his hand.

With practiced grace, she turned her attention to the Togru'ta woman accompanying them, offering her hand once more.

"A pleasure, Miz Azula," Danger said smoothly. Her expression remained polite and welcoming, her emerald fire eyes crinkling with the faintest hint of a smile. If she held any reservations -- and truthfully, she did -- they were tucked away beneath decades of social finesse. It wasn't the first time she'd dealt with Jedi, nor would it be the last. Still, experience had taught her to tread lightly, particularly with female Force users, who often came with their own set of complexities.

Not that she'd let it show. Danger's reputation as the Queen of Trade was built on a foundation of poise and diplomacy, and she intended to keep it that way.

As the conversation shifted toward food, Danger allowed Miz Azula and Makai to take the reins, her smile remaining in place as they discussed what was nearly ready.

Her gaze drifted back to Balun, that practiced charm sparking anew in her eyes. She tilted her head ever so slightly, a lock of auburn hair brushing against her shoulder as she regarded him and the creature he held.

"So," she began, her tone light and inviting, "tell me more about yourself, Balun -- and who is that pretty lil' thing in your arms?"

Her words carried that gentle husky twang, every syllable wrapped in genuine curiosity, though there was no mistaking the sharp mind behind her gracious demeanor. Danger was always listening, always learning. Time to see for herself what the young man was all about.