Public The Ukatis Harvest Festival

[Shan Pavond]

A festival. Filled with people. It wasn't exactly a place Shan would normally be seen at, but it was good for him to get out of his comfort zone. He just brushed down his robes as he walked through the festival grounds, apologising here and there for when he almost bumped into someone. Being around so much people, having fun and buying things wasn't something he had been used to but the joy was almost infectious as the Mirialan grinned from ear to ear. Though whilst this was going to be a bit of a social moment, he did think he should try and get some gifts whilst he was here. That was part of being at a festival right? Buying stuff and helping to support the local people.

So off he went to the different stalls, looking around to see what he could get. A racyon could be nice...but Shan always felt strange about the idea of owning a living creature as a pet. Knowing himself, Shan would probably let them go, and that wouldn't be good for the racyon or for the environment as he shook his head. He wasn't planning on getting himself a gift anyway, it was for the people who were valuable in helping him break out of his shell ever so slightly. Getting him out of his comfort zone and helping to give him more confidence so off he went to the other stalls, rubbing his chin in thought ever so slightly, his eyes quickly glancing over all of them.

Taking a look at some of the stalls, he came across the perfect little idea of a gift for Valery and Kahlil. Both of them having helped teach him valuable techniques in his eyes, and so this gift was going to be great in his eyes. Or at least that's what he thought as he had to get ready to try and win this little stall game to earn some Ginko Pops. The Strength Test was the easiest one for him to take part in, at least if he wasn't trying to rely on the Force. Using the Force for something like this felt like cheating to him and he wanted to work hard to earn those Pops! So with a heavy swing, he went to work with the test. Huffing and puffing with each swing as he needed to win two of the Pops. A regular edition Kahlil and Valery Noble, one for the other.

Having big pockets was always an appeal to Shan as he kept a little cheeky grin on his face and went to look for a gift for Lily. She had been the one who had convinced him to try and learn more and without her, he might not have agreed to the lessons from Valery and Kahlil. It was hard to figure out what to get her. There was a part of him that thought she'd appreciate a gift of some kind of weapon but he didn't want her to think he was implying she was violent...At the same time, he wasn't sure what kind of craftwork Lily would like. Why was it so hard to get someone a gift? He shook his head, still wandering between the stalls before coming across one that was offering out Ewok plushie teddies as a reward for the challenge...but it was an axe throwing one.

It wasn't something he was looking forward to trying out, but he was willing to give it a few tries as Shan stepped up towards the stall and went to work throwing...Miss. Miss. Bounce. Hit the target, but it didn't stick...Eventually however, Shan managed to get the axe to stick into the target, and made sure to do it a few more times to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Either way, Shan was able to win himself an Ewok teddy, which he just carried in his arms. Now he supposed it was just time to wander around the festival and sese what else he could find.

 

[Amani Serys]

Ukatis
Alicio Organa - Open

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"I'm upset my dance moves weren't what did it. I'm not that rusty, am I?"

"It certainly did it for me,” Amani chuckled, readjusting Liana in her hands, “Maybe we need to practice more.” She offered with a flutter of her eyelashes. Alicio never hid his love of dance, but raising two children made it a bit harder to get the steps in.

By this point, the festival was in full swing. People were milling about, some familiar, others new. But they all seemed quite enamored by the local racyons. Even Lia broke her gaze from the thranta toy for a moment to excitedly watch a group of the little kits skitter by. She cooed loudly, “They are adorable,” Amani admitted, “Not sure how well they’d get along with Archie, though.”

 

[Liin Terallo]

"I do suppose that some precautions must be undertaken. However hiring yet another bodyguard might not be one of them. But one never knows what the future may hold. It may be that I will be declined the ability to travel off world, and as such a Force magician bodyguard or animal will not be required." I do find it a little disheartening to discover that the number of Force magicians far outweighs the number those that are not.

But my discomfort is sure to only be temperary. And I must not reveal too much of my own inner feelings or thoughts to anyone. It is far too dangerous for one in my position. So I opt to change the subject instead.

"So tell me Lady Dune, should the boy that stood you up approach you with some excuse for not meeting you here as planned; how will you respond? You should be cautious in your answer otherwise you would only give him permission to repeat his mistake."

Tag: Giselle Dune

 

[DeadpoolMLP]

"That sounds nice," the padawan nodded. "I'd like that if everyone else would?"

"I think..." Jonyna took a moment to breath. "...I think I'll stick to some water for now. No menu, just water..."

. “I would say it has been treating me pretty well. I only really started taking the role of a Padawan seriously about two years ago. Although I don’t have a master yet, so my experience is still rather limited.”

Jonyna paused at that thought. While she'd only been around for a little bit, the idea of...taking on a padawan. Someone she could train and have at her side. That was a nice thought. Giran would've loved that...

"Do you want a master?" She inquired.

 

[Giselle Dune]

"I do suppose that some precautions must be undertaken. However hiring yet another bodyguard might not be one of them. But one never knows what the future may hold. It may be that I will be declined the ability to travel off world, and as such a Force magician bodyguard or animal will not be required."

"Why would you be declined the ability to travel off world?" Giselle asked, not sure whether the topic was something Liin would be willing to elaborate on.

"So tell me Lady Dune, should the boy that stood you up approach you with some excuse for not meeting you here as planned; how will you respond? You should be cautious in your answer otherwise you would only give him permission to repeat his mistake."

Giselle smirked. Truth be told, if her father wished it, she would have no right to refuse a suitor they deemed, er, suitable. But her father was a reasonable man who loved his daughter dearly, so she did not live in fear that he would force her into a disastrous match. "If he has a good enough reason, maybe I will forgive him. But if he comes to me with some lame excuse, or does it a second time, then there will be no forgiveness." Patience and mercy were valued traits in Ukatian nobility. "Hans von Dessau is handsome and rich, but if he behaves badly, I don't think either of those traits are enough."

As if uttering his name had summoned the Baron's son, there was a sudden commotion nearby as a young nobleman with a small entourage of guards came barreling through the festival crowds. Martin von Dessau's clothes and hair were slightly unkempt, as if he had dressed in a hurry and rushed out the door already knowing that he was late. Upon spotting Giselle, he slowed down, approaching her cautiously. "Lady Dune," he began with a bow.

"Oh, hello Hans," Giselle said, turning around to face him as if she were just now noticing his presence. "You are..." She checked her chrono. "Over an hour late."

"I apologize."

"Well, that's good. May I ask what kept you?"

"I..." Hans paused, glancing around at the various onlookers. Virtually every festival-goer in a mile radius around them was watching the confrontation. No doubt tongues would be wagging for weeks afterward - the Ukatian people love their courtly intrigue. Finally, Hans decided to just bite the bullet. "I overslept."

For a few moments, everything was silent and still. Then Giselle rolled her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. "I don't suppose that you are lying to preserve a friend's honor, or for some other similarly gallant reason?" she asked.

"No." Hans rubbed the back of his neck. "... But I might have had a little too much to drink last night."

Someone in the crowd snorted, then tried to cover it up with a cough.

Giselle shook her head. "I won't have a drunk for a husband. Hans, we're through."

"Unless your father says otherwise," Hans muttered, though he didn't exactly sound like he was looking forward to that possibility.

"Not a chance! Begone!"

They left. Pressing a hand to her burning cheek, Giselle glared at the gawkers still staring at her before she looked at Liin. "Oh," she muttered, still trying to keep the embers of her anger hot - because if she allowed herself to calm down, she thought she might cry. Not over Hans, Force forbid, but because he had wounded her pride. "I think I had better go, too. It was nice talking to you, Miss Terallo."

Liin Terallo

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Harvest Festival, Ukatis |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Inanna Harth | Cato Harth | Kahlil Noble | Merlyn Ambrozius |


The droid would have blinked had his optic allowed for it, enveloped in a telekinetic energy that manipulated his momentum against his will and shoved him back. Fairly rude to have the Force used against you, but BB-610 had threatened to zap the shapeshifter, so perhaps this was her way of evening the scores. Regardless, with the situation defused and any misunderstandings hastily corrected, the astromech saw little reason in pursuing his attack, and so he simply left the woman-turned-critter be, especially given the fact that she was the mother of the little girl Vera had tried to protect. Casting a glance over to her, BB-610 felt a deep impulse to try and rectify any horrible first impressions he may have given. It was the least he could do, surely.

Rolling ever so timidly up to Serena, one of the droid's compartments opened up, allowing a utility arm to emerge with the gentle tip-tap against the girl's shoulder in order to grab her attention. Hopefully successful, BB-610's holoprojector blinked to life, and displayed before them was the image of a racyon. While the horde Vera had attracted was currently dispersing thanks to the older man that had joined them, the virtual animal took to scurrying around Serena's feet, 'brushing' up against her legs while the droid guided his holoprojector skyward as to better capture the critter's jump onto her shoulders.

Bweeping quietly in a synthetic little giggle, BB-610's racyon was promptly joined by a projected butterfly, wings gliding and swirling gracefully through the air. It flapped once, twice, and then landed on Serena's nose, wings folded. The racyon, spotting it, stretched its paws outwards, and just as it would have grabbed the unsuspecting butterfly, the hologram exploded with a confetti of bright blue sparkle dust, having been shot through the air by another of BB-610's slots. Glitter rained down onto the ground, and just like that, the racyon flickered away with the deactivation of the droid's holoprojector.

All's well that ends well. His job - hopefully - completed at further lifting the girl's spirits, BB-610 gave a final little nod towards her and her parents, before rolling up to Vera and reuniting with Kahlil Noble . Gently nudging at Vera's side, the droid hoped to get her to turn around, just so he could shoot out another plume of sparkles in front of her, giggling mischievously while he circled around the group, bweeping at her to try and catch him.

 

[Valery Noble]

Ukatis

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Outfit: Casual | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Tag: Kahlil Noble Inanna Harth Cato Harth BB-610 Makko Vyres

"Oh careful, she's a little grabby-"

Oops, too late. Valery snickered when Aeryn grabbed his lower lip with one of her little hands. She squealed happily and looked at her mother almost as if she was trying to show off something she accomplished. "Come on, sweetie. Let him go~" she said with a motherly voice before she waggled a finger playfully in her daughter's stomach. Normally, it was a great way to distract the oldest of the three triplets.

But not this time.

Still in Makko's hands, Aeryn began to laugh and kicked her feet back and forth while she grabbed his face with her other hand as well. Valery watched it happen, blinked, and smiled sheepishly at Makko, "Oh dear, just stand still..." Valery muttered as she tried to gently remove Aeryn's hands from Makko's face. Luckily, it worked after a moment, and the young Noble giggled wildly in her mother's hands once more.

"...sorry about that."

Meanwhile.

"Then why did Mommy send bad Jedi to jail?" Vera asked her father, who told her about the role of the Council. Sometimes they did have to deal with the bad ones, right? Either way, Vera just seemed glad that her father had arrived, and smiled brightly when he ruffled her hair. The young Noble then turned, waved at the Harth family, and nodded to her father. All at once, she stopped the link she had formed with the Racyons, and with a shoo from Merlyn Ambrozius , they were on their way.

She narrowed her eyes at him for it but got distracted quickly when BB-610 made his way back over. "Bee!" she called out, excited to see him again. But what got her even more excited were the sparkles he fired into the air all around the young girl. She hopped, clapped, and looked at her father only after she was done playing with the glittery goodness.

"Daddy? Where's mommy?" she asked, her eyes searching for her mother and siblings.

 

[Desric Terassi]

w/ Cadence (Eyebot) & Praetorian Bodyguard x 2 // Trug Zigash | Corazona von Ascania | OPEN​

"That she does. She's quite the bundle of energy," Desric noted, throwing Thania an appraising glance at the same time. She was familiar with Valery Noble, it seemed - and was that a faint hint of longing he'd noticed?

Whatever the case, his attention soon moved to the new arrival - as did the attention of one of his bodyguards. By the looks of it, one of the royal guards seemed determined to beat it in a staring contest. Best of luck with that.

"Corazona," Desric noted cheerfully, skipping the reminders of her unwanted marriage. "Always a pleasure. It seemed an excellent opportunity to visit your ancestral lands." As she mentioned her husband, he smirked softly. "A shame. I would tell you to give him my regards, but I'm sure he's far too busy opening parks and holding speeches."

As the racyon began pawing at its bespoke "folksy" tunic, he barely managed not to wince. Was the creature hungry? Did it wish to return to its kin in the pen? He had no clue - people were so much easier than animals.

Both women - and Cadence, who self-described as 'a sophisticated collection of vaguely feminine ones and zeroes' and was currently... scanning Cora's wedding ring? - seemed rather fond of the creatures, so maybe it was just him. "That they are, Force-based conscription notwithstanding."

It did seem like Vera's ad hoc army was standing down, however; probably for the best.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Ukatis Harvest Festival
- Amani Serys - @Open -​

“Maybe we need to practice more.”

Alicio smirked, tilting his chin down to bring his face closer to Amani's, eyes glimmering coyly. "I'll dance with you whenever you want, Serys," he breathed, over the din of the festival around him.

August, ever the comedian, picked that moment to grab the sleeve of Alicio's shirt, and try to stick it in his mouth. Alicio looked down momentarily, before adjusting the little troublemaker to a less chompy position. "August. You're ruining the moment." The little half-Mirialan boy looked up innocently at his father, who could do nothing but smile back. If only they weren't so cute. "Don't worry. We'll teach you to dance too, when your legs can actually support your body."

With the festival in full swing, and faces both familiar and not milling about, Alicio's attention was also pulled to the little furry stars of the show. He gave a sideways look at Amani, seemingly unconvinced. "They... probably wouldn't like each other, no," he said, imagining the epic showdown between these little rodent-like creatures, and the resplendent phoenix they had at home.

But seeing Liana's reaction, Alicio knew that they at least had to get a closer look. He began to inch towards the band of passing racyons, making sure August was in proper viewing position. He seemed intrigued, but not downright enamored, like Lia had been. "I heard a rumor from a local back there that they have... precognitive powers," he said idly, watching as the troupe of kits stopped their skittering to stare at the approaching Organas. "Do you think that's true?"

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Desric Terassi | Trug Zigash | OPEN

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Pof!

A nearby burst of glitter from BB-610 ushered a surprised laugh from the Princess. She brushed at her sleeves as confetti rained down, bits of glitter clinging to her hair. Vaguely, she wondered how their desperate situations in battle would've turned out if, instead of a shock prod, the ball droid had blasted an unsuspecting Sith in the face with a sparkle canon.

The thought made her grin almost giddily, an unladylike expression that she quickly got under control.

Cora gave the woman a genial smile and a slight tilt of her chin.

"Likewise, Miss Petrui. Your outfit is quite fashionable; I've always thought that Ukatis could stand to have a little more galactic influence, at least where the arts are concerned."

Some shared her sentiment; many did not. As a planet that sought modernization on the galactic stage while clinging to some of its more traditional values, Ukatis was being pulled in two directions. Despite the disastrous first impression, Cora was determined to smooth over relations as best she could.

Joining the Galactic Alliance would be a good thing for her people, even if some things had to change.

And they would change.

Desric's comment about her husband eased a polite chuckle from her. He didn't like her husband. She didn't like her husband.

"He and my father are—"

She paused when the crowd parted, allowing one red-faced Hans von Dessau to stomp past. The messy-haired lad had tears streaming down his face, and the crowd murmured loud whispers of how he'd been told off by the Dune daughter.

Cora cocked a brow before clearing her throat and resuming her thoughts.

"Horace and my father are at the capital on business. Sadly, they're missing all the fun."

The Princess looked down to the racyon pup that was nibbling at her fingers. A devious thought crossed her mind as she gingerly scooped the kit upwards, then deposited the creature unceremoniously (aggressively) into Desric's arms.

"I think you should get one. I'll even cover the adoption fee!" Her haughty assertion came with a bright, knowing grin. Credits would certainly not be Desric's issue with the arraignment.

"What do you think, Miss Petrui? Don't they make a darling pair?"

She watched with no small amount of amusement as the rambunctious racyon attempted to climb her way into Desric's hair, that was, if he hadn't managed to rid himself of the kit entirely.

 

[Trug Zigash]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Corazona von Ascania | Desric Terassi

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Cora gave the woman a genial smile and a slight tilt of her chin.

"Likewise, Miss Petrui. Your outfit is quite fashionable; I've always thought that Ukatis could stand to have a little more galactic influence, at least where the arts are concerned."

"Oh my, thank you Princess. Your dress looks gorgeous too. Just give it some time, both the Core Worlds fashion and the Ukatis fashion will influence one another, arts and culture exchange always goes both ways."​

The Princess' compliment made me blush a little. She might not realize it yet, but Ukatian fashion, especially the ones like she is wearing right now, is going to be a driver for Core Worlds' fashion innovation in the years to come.

All of the sudden, the Princess took one of the racyons on the sideline stand and shoved it into Desric's arm. I can't help but laugh at the scene. It seems like Desric and the Princess are quite comfortable with one another, judging from the way they tease each other.​

"I think you should get one. I'll even cover the adoption fee!" Her haughty assertion came with a bright, knowing grin. Credits would certainly not be Desric's issue with the arraignment.

"What do you think, Miss Petrui? Don't they make a darling pair?"

"They sure do, Princess. She likes you, Senator. Come on, I can help you raise her up."​

I gave Desric a teasing smile while petting the racyon in his arm. So far, he has indicated that he's not really comfortable around the animal, so I'm just trying to ease him up so he wouldn't throw the poor racyon to the ground. Suddenly, an eerily familiar voice distracted me from the commotion.

Too familiar. A shrill, loud voice, like a hyena cranked up to eleven. The kind of voice that damaged your ears, but unfortunately, also pierced hard through my chest. I didn't even need to look to know whose voice that belongs to, yet I can't fight the itch to glance just for a split-second. Lord, am I foolish to believe that I can look away after that. Within seconds, the figure across the street, walking in my direction, catched my eyes with his. That short, annoying ball of energy, Romulus Vel . What is he even doing here? Almost three years, no news or anything, and all of the sudden he just popped out on a relatively underdeveloped Inner Rim planet? He stopped in his tracks. I don't even know what I feel right now. Joy, relief, pain, sorrow, anguish, everything, nothing. My face must be pale as a corpse right now.​

"Umm, I'm really sorry Princess, Senator, it seems that something urgent suddenly came up." ​

I show both of them, but especially Desric, my regrets, in the face I made when I excused myself. I really had fun, even though it's a job. That's how it is, when you work in the Diplomatic Services. If you can't find joy in your work, you can't find it anywhere else.​

"You are a really nice company, Desric, I really apologize. I'd love to have another chat some day."​

I took Desric's hand while sending my contact details. The one issued by SIA, of course. I know that Cadence is going to go through every single detail, so it's important to limit the trackability of the data. I gave them one more look of regrets, before heading off to Romulus.

Is this a reckless decision? Absolutely. I am in the middle of a mission, half-way in, and I abandoned it to chase the ghost from the past. Sure, I can try to rationalize it inside my head, that he is my access to Serenno, part of the investigation. However, I already have another access there, Catherine, and I absolutely don't have to talk to Romulus about this. Yet, the heart wants what it desires, and who am I but a slave of the past.

The closer I got to him, I started to notice that I wasn't the only one reacting this way. It's stupid how I only notice that he is accompanied by two other figures, a knight and a kid. Couldn't be his kid, but what if it's the knight's kid and they're dating. I have no right to be angry, but I can't help that the bloods in my body immediately surge upwards. Romulus seems to also excuse himself from his entourage. Don't you fething dare to run and hide again, Romulus.

As I passed him, I pointed my head to the other direction, signaling to Romulus to follow me. He does. We grabbed a seat in a pub after a long walk, and ordered non-alcoholic drinks. We both smirked at the exact same time. That smile of his. We're both on a mission today, it seems like. I looked at his face, a second that feels like forever. Nothing seems to be right at this moment. I just want it all to freeze, leaving just the two of us. Fiesta. Forever. All night long. That's just a pipedream, sadly, a remnant of what it was. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.​

"Finally going out of the spanking bunker, Romulus?"

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[Romulus Vel]

H O U S E • A M N E N​

OUTFIT: x
TAG: -

It all happened in a split-second. I was walking with Arlo Amnen and Talleh around the marketplace, hearing the rumor of a cute, mischievous royalty pet. On the way there, I catched someone staring at me. An ever-so-present aura looming across the street. Thania Petrui. Honestly, I can't even say that I'm surprised. I know that she moved back to Coruscant after the incident, I know that she is probably working in the diplomatic field, and I know Ukatis is a newly crowned Alliance plane. I also happen to know that the galaxy has such a sinister taste of joke. Yet it still hits me all the same.

I tried to keep myself composed, telling Arlo and Talleh that I have to handle something, and that they should move along and just meet at the rendezvous point later on. As Thania is walking past me, I noticed that she signs for me to follow her, so I did, albeit on a distance. After what it seems to be forever, she walked in a pub and got us chairs and drinks.​

"Finally going out of the spanking bunker, Romulus?"​

As irritating as she was. That never changes.
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"Screw you."​

"Screw me? Screw you! You have zero idea how it felt."​

And there we go, a whole hour of tirade that I don't need to fully go through. We opened our ledgers of feelings and pain, sober, in the middle of the day, on a planet totally foreign to us, and we hurled everything from the deepest abyss in our hearts. I am 100% sure that every eyeball in this pub is directed in our direction, but at this point, I don't care. The only stare I care about is Thania's. She's frustrated, one hand on her hairs, fingers fidgeting. We go on, and on, airing dirty laundry. How she wasn't considerate of the fact that my dad and my sister died in such a short time period. That my own older brother, who I thought would protect me with all his life, shanked and burnt me. How when he got burnt, she lashed out in frustration. Her other hand dances around my glass, dancing too close to the fire. How I was the inconsiderate one, for leaving without any memos, knowing full well that I'm the only one she got.

Truth be told, we were both lost souls in the deep and dark galaxy, desperately looking for a thin straw to grasp. Her hand hovers over mine, fingers playing with the surface of my skin. We hurt each other, not because of our hate, not because we are heartless, but because we were both forged in the same fire, and we were eventually caught in the very same fire. Our hands clasped tight. We can say it all we want, that we are better than our parents, but no. Maybe the poison drips through. Yet here we are. Screaming our issues away, yes. But also, eventually talk about it.
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"I'm glad that you are free, Romulus."​

To foreign ears, this might be a weird sentence that doesn't make any sense. I am not a slave, after all. I am a rich, free man. However, coming from her, it means everything. I was so caught up in this life in a cog, a tool for my father, my mother, my brother, human walking votes. It is true that since I left it all, my condition has immensely improved. Maybe the poison doesn't have to drip through. It's just a shame that all it took was a rock bottom that ended any chance of me spending the rest of my life with Thania. Maybe, it's also time to let go of that. To be free, to be unshackled from the beautiful nightmare that keeps haunting my sleepless night. We both want something more, but all we need is peace. Maybe, in another life, we'll get what we want.

Just before we were going our separate way, Thania whispers one more thing. She is going to meet mom, work related. I'm wondering, does Thania keep contact with mom after I leave, or is it just a one time work thing? Maybe I should go see her, maybe some other time. I looked at Thania's eyes one last time. Those magnificent green eyes. Then the rest of her face. I can't help but cup her cheek, thumb gently stroking her chin. It feels like forever. And then one last hug. A long one, the one where we both could hear our trembling hearts, the final blow to completely shattered it to pieces, so that once again we can continue our life, free of all the burden and baggages.

Goodbye, my dear, dear, world of a friend.​

 

[Liin Terallo]

For some people it was easy for them to travel to any world they wished. There are many pilots out there and people with ships of their own. I am not one of those people. And every visit off world has to be sanctioned by the Board of Directors. Afterall, it is their credits that pay for it. Such is the life of a corporate politician, most especially for a junior member at that.

I am pleased with the Lady Dune's answer in regards to how she will respond to her date should he appear. It is both reasonable and not vindictive in nature.

And then suddenly it appears as though he has arrived! I remain in place, if only to give her my support as the Lady Dune holds her ground and dismisses his attempt at courtship. Thankfully such a rebuke is taken in stride for enough of a scene has been caused already.

Rather quickly the unfortunate scene comes at an end. I had hoped that such a conversation would have taken place privately, but that is not the case today. Still the Lady Dune was looking for a way out to keep her emotions away from prying eyes. "You did very well, Lady Dune. You should be proud of yourself. Let us get some wine, unless you would rather have some time to yourself. I will not be offended if that is the case."

Tag: Giselle Dune

 

[Cato Harth]

Ukatis
Inanna Harth - BB-610 - Valery Noble - Open​

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Serena offered the Vera girl a wave in return, her other hand tightly clutching her father's. Cato chuckled, reflecting on the series of events, and offered a wave himself. Then, the little droid who had initially tried to fry Inanna rolled up, apparently trying to offer an olive branch. Cato raised a brow, while Serena stared wide-eyed at the astromech once it had tapped her shoulder.

A holographic scene of a racyon sprang to life, and the girl's eyes widened even further. She giggled as it brushed up against her, then squealed in delight as it hopped onto her shoulders. Butterflies followed, one of them 'landing' on her nose. Just like the racyon, Serena tentatively reached out as to touch it, right before the whole scene popped into a shower of shimmering confetti. Wholly and successfully entertained by BB's projection, the girl hopped up and down with excitement, looking up at her dad to see his own reaction. Cato was touched by the effort, and laughed contently before offering the droid a nod, "Thanks for that. What do you say, pinkie?"

"Thank youuuu," Serena said, still bubbling with childish glee. Then, BB took his leave, and she swung around to her dad, "Can we keep him?"

Cato looked back at the droid as it rolled off, and laughed again, "You already have a droid buddy! Expy!"

"Then where is he?"

"He's helping grandma back on the herdship."

Serena sighed in defeat, but was immediately enraptured once more by the sight of the assembled Racyons. And Inanna in the center of them. Cato, once again, laughed, "This is certainly turning out to be more trouble than its worth." He tried to disperse the kits with an admittedly low-effort shooing, then planted his hands on his hips, "Might be married to a racyon for longer than a week at this rate. Maybe the guy selling 'em is nearby?" He at least might now what to do with them.

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Might be married to a racyon for longer than a week at this rate. Maybe the guy selling 'em is nearby?"

“Oh hell no,” Inanna said. “I couldn’t take being like this for that long.” Having said that, she scampered off toward the nearest vendor, the kits following every swish of her ringed tail.

Alas, the vendor was busy talking to someone. “Excuse me,” Inanna called out, then louder, “Excuse me!”

You’d think being screamed at by a talking racyon would get one’s attention, but the guy just waved his hand in a “pipe down” gesture without even bothering to look her way.

“Have to do everything myself,” Inanna muttered. Checking to make sure the fence was secure, Inanna resorted to using telekinesis to airlift the kits into the enclosure.

All except one. Serena had gotten a hold of the last kit, the runt of the litter. She had plopped down on the grass and was holding it in her lap with the utmost gentleness a toddler could manage. Inanna, who finally had enough room to comfortably shift, quickly resumed the shape of a woman and approached Serena. “What have you got there?”

“I got a baby racyon,” Serena replied, carefully stroking its fur. “It’s a little baby.” She finally looked up at Inanna. “You beautiful again, Mommy!”

“Oh stop,” Inanna muttered, unable to keep from grinning. “I have to put that one back with the others.”

“No.” Serena pouted. “Can I have it? Please?”

we did roll for her getting a racyon didn't we Cato Harth​

 

[Amani Serys]

Ukatis
Alicio Organa - Open​

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"Oh?" Amani raised her eyebrows, "I'll have to take you up on that sometime, then." One of these days, when they could send the kids to a babysitter for an evening.

On cue, August sought to return to the center of attention. Lia, by affiliation, was also addressed, "Hopefully you two inherited the dancing genes from your father, and not me," She had improved enough that it wasn't embarrassing (at least provided she had practiced the dance prior), but Alicio was much more inclined to the hobby regardless.

The racyons soon took everyone's focus. Probably not a wise addition to the household, but they were very adorable in their own right, "You did?" Amani asked. It sounded like something that would be made up to fool a few tourists, but stranger things were possible. She studied one of the critters, as if expecting it to react with some kind of evidence, "Maybe."

She smirked, "Why? Were you hoping to find someone with shared life experiences?"

 

[Giselle Dune]

"You did very well, Lady Dune. You should be proud of yourself. Let us get some wine, unless you would rather have some time to yourself. I will not be offended if that is the case."

Wine... "No, I had better not," Giselle said. She glanced toward the crowds around them, before lowering her gaze to the bag of chocolates still clutched in her fist. "It's time that I go home. Farewell, Miss Terallo."

And with that, she took her leave.

Liin Terallo

 

[Cato Harth]

Ukatis
Inanna Harth​

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Cato and Serena followed the line of kits back to the vendor, where the man in charge was so preoccupied with another patron that he failed to even notice the talking racyon behind him. Cato just shrugged to Inanna, and helped her keep the racyons herded until she could get them back in the pen. Until at last, she was able to shift back, "There's my non fuzzy critter of a wife." He declared with arms outstretched.

“I got a baby racyon,”

Cato spun around to see one kit still in Serena's hands. He pursed his lips, already knowing what was about to come next.

“Can I have it? Please?”

He shut his eyes for a moment, and sighed. After a glance at Inanna, to see if she was feeling the same way, he sighed, "…Fine."

 

[Inanna Harth]

"There's my non-fuzzy critter of a wife."

Inanna took his outstretched arms as an invitation and embraced him. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" she asked, with a cheesy grin.

But then Serena presented her heartfelt plea to be allowed to keep the kit. To his credit, Cato lasted a few seconds longer than Inanna anticipated before caving. Inanna shrugged. "Okay," she said. "But you have to learn how to take care of..." She paused, looking the kit over. "...her yourself."

"It's a girl?" Serena's surprise soon gave way to delight as she held the kit up over her head. "It's a girl!" she squealed, as if the racyon's femininity were the greatest thing ever.

"She'll need a name. Can you think of a name?"

"Um." Serena gave the matter some deep thought before answering, "Calzone!"

Cato Harth​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Bad Jedi are those who we deal with because of them being Jedi. But otherwise, we don't send people to jail."

Kahlil reached down to ruffle Vera's hair with a smirk, before glancing off and around. Valery wasn't far, he could feel that much. But he was already looking at the different stalls with quite the grin this time around. The problem handled, he ushered off Vera to one of them. The water gun game.

"Let's play a quick game together, mm? Then we can go back to mama."

Valery Noble