Interacting with:
Makai Dashiell
Balun Dashiell
Azula Tindara
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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.