The Wolf and the Dragon

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat had a change of heart. A change of life, really. A change of pace. His time with the Silver Jedi was fruitful, lending him insight and wisdom that he would not have had if he did not come. But it was not a permanent. Never was.

But he had one thing left to do. And someone had told him that there was a Jedi who could help him- [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]. Preliat did not know the man personally, but had seen him around Silver Rest, and heard another important thing.

That he could cut hair. Preliat stared out across the landscape, the endless sea of green and brown laid before him on the balcony. He was sat on a chair, with the clippers and scissors he brought sat beside him. He took a deep breath and removed the photo of Aditya- one that usually sat in his helmet, and began running a finger over the image of his departed love. He stared for a long while, before releasing it.

He let it fall to the forest below, and adjusted his posture and sighed to himself. He heard the footsteps behind him and turned to the approaching Jedi.

"You're one of the few Jedi I have actually talked to privately- I hope you are as interesting as the last."

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Well, you're the only Mandalorian I've met lately not to respond to the sight of me with "Rah rah rah! Kill the Jedi, kill the Jedi!" so you're already more interesting than the last. On top of that, it's not often people ask me to give them a haircut" Was the quip that [member="Preliat Mantis"] would be me with immediately, no skip of a heartbeat, just shot right then and there. It was followed of course with a cheeky grin before the Jedi would pick up the clippers and scissors, noting the picture that was slowly falling back down to Earth.

"Is that yours?" He would ask, motioning toward it. "Would you... Want to go and get it before we start? I mean you can go look for it later, but it might be harder."

Seriously though, he'd been told that this guy, who was apparently a fairly famous Mandalorian, not sure if he was from the Mandalorian Empire or not but probably... Was looking for him. The last thing he'd expected the man to want was for him to cut his hair. He didn't mind though, if the man needed help, he was fine to give it. No matter how small.

Josh's own hair looked recently cut, and the short look had surprised many of his co-workers. It'd grow back fast though.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He pushed it with his foot, letting the worn photo fall to the soft ground below.

"It's fine where it is now."

He used to be able to, when he had his helmet on- to simply look up and see his wife. Now, he had to sleep. Either in his dreams, or in his nightmares. Lately, they were only nightmares. He ran a hand over his long black locks, before turning to face the Jedi.

"You would not be the first Jedi to be at the receiving end of my wrath."

He tapped his fingers along his knee.

"Cut it short."

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He shrugged in turn.

"Hey, whatever floats your boat, pal."

As he would start to look the man's scalp over to sort of lay out a basic plan of attack, he would ponder why he needed his hair cut so abruptly. Maybe there was just no reason for it? Yet he had a feeling there was.

"What kind of short you thinking? Army guy buzz? Business meeting? God Of Thunder?" He asked, ensuring he had a good feel for what Preliat was looking for in regards to a cut. "Want me to shave the side of your head, purposely prick your scalp so you can use the blood as facepaint? My warrior clients seem to prefer that one" He joked then. He didn't usually have clients, he was just messing around. "Wouldn't throw threats. Remember who can turn you into the dad with the receding hairline in about two minutes" He joked again, his tone making it clear he wasn't serious.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]