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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 2, 2020 19:07:18 GMT -8
Connecting the various buildings, blocs, and locations, within the Residential Area, resides the immense Emperor's Square, named in honor of His Imperial Majesty. Stores, vendors, restaurants, and all kinds of business line the streets as hovercars zoom overhead. Levels upon levels of durasteel reached to the top of the sky. At various junctures are statues that decorate the area, dedicated to notable and respected Imperials of the past and present as well as the emblems of the Galactic Empire and the First Order. Security is handled by both the Planetary Police alongside squads of Stormtroopers that patrol the Square and beyond.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 3, 2020 11:49:31 GMT -8
In the weeks that followed the First Order's arrival to Coruscant, crackdowns on criminal activity were apparent with a wave of stability and peace that followed. When the Imperial District was opened, a great celebration erupted throughout the populace as loyal citizens came out in droves. Banners of the First Order were waved, fireworks flew into the air, and the people were in a general fervor. Coruscant was being renewed, reborn, and made prominent once more. Her Galactic City was alive with great activity as the planet celebrated its liberation and its new role in the galaxy.
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Post by Riwaza on Jan 9, 2020 1:52:49 GMT -8
Watching the scene from among the crowd, Riwaza barely was recognizable within the mass of upper-class civilians if it wasn't for her Chiss appearence. Normally she wouldn't attend those events, if it wasn't necessary, yet the fall of Coruscant towards the First Order was something she had witnessed first hand, being lucky enough that they hadn't interfered with the last cases, she had managed. In fact, during the last weeks the ammount of criminal activity has been reduced significantly - no matter how rude some of their Stormtroopers were, the Chiss investigator had to admit that the effectiveness of the police force had increased over time. Time would tell if the First Order could uphold the martial law over their new capital world long enough until the efficiency would turn into decadence, yet Riwaza knew that in any case the Imperial law would hold this world in a better grip than the former gouvernment.
Which meant less employees in search of a private investigator.
Dressed in a more aristocratic jacket and blouse, showing a few feathers around the neck and a black pencil skirt, the Chiss looked over the crowd to spot at least three persons, which she suspected to be ISB officers. The secret service of the new Empire was rumored to be still as efficient as the one of the old Galactic Empire, if not even more - therefore Riwaza was worried, that her time on Coruscant might come soon to an end, as her own vigilante buiseness opposed the doctrines and ideology of the First Order for certain. Especially if they would find out, that she was a force user.
Similiar as why my parents had to flee with me, when the Chiss Ascendency found out that I was force-sensitive.
Therefore she would only watch the public announcements in order to just witness a historical moment. Once the main event was finished, she would return to the Calculator and leave the planet with STW-0NA in order to find somewhere a new fortune outside of the core regions, staying out of the political buiseness, unfolding on this planet now. In the end nothing kept her here.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Jan 16, 2020 4:34:47 GMT -8
A data message would come through on Riwaza's datapad while she watched the festivities go on. One of her more recent clients was requesting Riwaza's services again. This time, however, the target was a Chiss male that had recently arrived to Coruscant. The message explained that this man had been watching her ever since he arrived, and she was hoping that Riwaza might track him down at 500 Republica and warn him off
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Post by Riwaza on Jan 16, 2020 8:58:57 GMT -8
Somewhat intrigued, Riwaza checked her datapad in terms of the request. This one was an odd one, as it sounded like an imperial spy.
Worse: Someone the Ascendancy had sent or whatever gouvernment was currently allied with the First Order. Closing the app and turning off the pad, the Chiss checked if her sunglasses still covered her eyes well enough, before she would eventually leave the Residential area. Ensuring that nobody would follow her, she made her way towards the 500 Republica. For the moment she trusted her instincts, as she had an odd feeling to this request... yet, probably that was the reason why she found it somewhat exciting from an investigating point of view.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jul 11, 2020 5:47:18 GMT -8
*A small Cafe sat on the corner of a street. The lights inside were low, and the place was bustling. Romantics, Bohemians, artists, poets, philosophers, all flocked to this place.
The owner, Prateek Omm'imar, cultivated the scene with nightly poetry readings, artistic performances and an upstairs "salon" for deep intellectual debates of current events and issues. Prateek, himself, though not an intellectual, made his fame with his own dancing in the Grand Gran Ballet.
At the cafe tonight was a new poet. He nervously made his way to the "wall" before beginning.
"Hope" He took a deep breath.
"I greet the world
on this new day,
in my own new way,
With a hug and a kiss
and love in my heart,
That all may say,
'Let hope be grasped
for this new start!'
"So, greet me and call me 'friend,'
My rosey-cheeked companion,
And shelter from the bitter, lend,
And I... will be... your champion."
The other patrons snapped their fingers in approval.
The Cafe was perhaps 1 km from the Emperor's square. Trees, plants, grass, flowers, were liberally placed in planters through out the area, making it altogether delightful for the residents of the district. The street was a cultivated boulevard for pedestrian traffic. Though air taxis hummed at reduced speed 50 meters overhead, The reduced speed kept the noise down, and the plants further provided a lush buffer against the overly urban nature of Corescant.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jul 11, 2020 6:13:22 GMT -8
*Patron's patted the young poet on the back as he returned to his seat. Another poet took to the "wall. This one was dress darkly, and walked with slumped shoulders as if a giant moon had fallen from the sky and landed with its weight on his back.*
He began with his eyes closed.
"Wake Me up before I dream
Wake me up when I start to scream.
each night, hour by hour
how can I defy the power?
Every night they crouch beside my bed
Waiting to steal inside my head *He grabbed his head.
each night I wish I were Dead
Not sure what it is I Dread.
Dreams of death, and fear, and sadness
Infect my mind with their madness.
Paranoia gripping savagely
defy all learned sagacity He started pulling his own hair.
In my dreams, friends betray,
love is weak and cannot stay.
Danger springs at every turn
laws of reason must be spurned
In my dreams...
there is no lover I would not stab,
a thousand times to be glad;
No crime I would not perpetrate,
for my life to continuate.
I wish I could have happy dreams *dreamily*
with flowers rainbows and moonbeams.
Love's embraces, smiling faces,
Summer sky, or noble jedi
but no.
In my dreams... *even darker tone*
Friends are cheap and turn so quickly.
In my dreams, all are sickly.
Kill to live;
Kill or die; *He pounded his fist in his hand*
I do what I must, to survive.
Waiting for the sun to rise,
I lay, afraid to close my eyes. groaning.
I fear the things that terrorize.
I sleep now, with waking eyes... He lifted his head and opened his eyes WIDE.
The cafe applauded. The dark poet bowed.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jul 18, 2020 9:42:19 GMT -8
Another artist took to the wall, his hands shaking.
"This is a short poem and" *the poet paused, looking at his shoes.* "Its for my friend that isn't here any more. We went way back. We had a class together the night before-" The poet looked up and had tears in his eyes. "and he never said anything. He never gave an indication. He was his normal cheerful self. And then-"
The poet couldn't continue. He just started sobbing. The audience wept with him. For minutes, nothing was said, and nothing could be said.
"We're here for you!" Someone yelled from the back of the Cafe.
The poet seemed to have ran out of tears, and regained himself amidst the support of his audience.
"I wrote this for him when I heard the news, that he took his own life." *the poet's eyes were red and watery*
"Betwixt hev’n and earth there is a portal.
We live with giants and ne’r bat an eye.
Time is precious, so never sigh
Or forget our friends are mortal.
For love's sake, Let us resolve together
To always fill our hearts with care
Remain soft with compassion there
And to suffering remain tender"
"I dedicate this to Sam Butler, where-ever you are. And I pray you know I have not forgotten you."
The poet left the 'wall' quickly, to avoid another flood of tears.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 8, 2020 4:06:53 GMT -8
The next artist walked to the wall carrying an instrument. Some people clapped and cheered in anticipation.
"Kind of keeping with the somber vibe, we have going on, I wanted to share, tonight, with you, a song I wrote for my wife." The artist took a stool and sat his 6-string instrument on his thigh. "I wrote it around the same time I asked my wife to marry me, and I wrote it for her." The artist gave the instrument a few test strums and played a chord. While the audience quieted down for the first musical performance of the evening.
"Its called, I promise to be brave."
He began playing an singing.
"It will be a better day
Everything will be ok
Wipe away those tears
Chase away the fears.
But I am not here to say
That everything is fine,
Sun shines all the time
Or That songs will always rhyme.
Life is full of pain,
And no day is the same
Things getting in our eyes
Clouding up our skies.
Put your hand in mine,
And everything is fine.
One foot in the grave
I promise to be brave
And wipe away your tears
When there is everything to fear.
It’s not going to be okay.
Because we all die someday,
But I hope I spend it all with you
Every laugh; every cry with you.
Put your hand in mine,
And everything is fine.
The stars don’t weep for us.
But eventually they’re dust.
And the universe will die,
But not before we say good bye.
Put your hand in mine,
And everything is fine.
I promise to be brave
I promise to be brave.
So put your hand in mine,
one day at a time
everything is fine."
He let the last notes sustain and last, but the Audience was already clapping enthusiastically. He stood and Bowed. "Thank you for allowing me to share this little "piece" of me, with you tonight!" The crowd laughed at the pun. He waved and left the wall to retake his seat.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 16, 2020 7:10:45 GMT -8
A small Cafe sat on the corner of a street within walking distance of the emperor's square. The owner, Prateek Omm'imar, cultivated the scene encouraging Romantics, Bohemians, artists, poets, philosophers, to come there. Prateek, himself, though not an intellectual, made his fame with his own dancing in the Grand Gran Ballet. With his previous success he was able to retire and operate this establishment called "Le Caf"
The lights inside were low, and the place was bustling with nightly poetry readings, artistic performances and an upstairs "salon" for deep intellectual debates of current events and issues. Currently the poetry readings at "the wall" continued.
A dark and emotional youth took to the wall, he was not a fan favorite, since much of his work was considered juvenile, however the crowd was accepting.
"My mask is ever peach,
Nevergreen.
It slides about my face
Happy, smiling; now mean.
All the secret uses
Of you to me,
Are accounted,
Summed totally
Calculating glances,
Captivating eyes,
Tiny bits of truth
Hidden in the lies
Wanting, having, needing,
Written on my heart
Fulfilling, destroying, seeking
from the very start.
Tiny bits of me,
tallied on the board
Shows I’m not a person:
Empty, in a word
Things which amuse me
I’d rather keep around
But if you have no uses
Get the fuck outta town.
Influence is a currency
Requiring mask in hand
To seem to be normal
While stalking through the land.
I know I said I loved you,
I felt something at the time
It seemed the best way
To make your heart mine.
I do enjoy your looks,
and that you are so free,
But your main utility
Lies between the sheets
Your annoying drama:
Is difficult to sympathize
When your main problem
is the brain between your eyes.
When we stopped fucking
You lost your utility
It was difficult to see the point
Of providing sympathy.
You hate yourself
If I were you,
I’d probably
Hate me too.
Anyway, its over,
But I do feel lonely
I guess no one is immune
Even if we’re phony."
Some people clapped politely, though unenthusiastically, and others snapped their fingers waiting for the poet to take a seat.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Sept 6, 2020 14:18:34 GMT -8
After the last guy left the wall, another poet got up. and cleared his throat. "This is written to a popular melody. I wrote it for my Wife who really likes the Fall season. Its called "all the Fall things."
All the Fall things
Fall air, Fall trees
I'll take, one leaf
He says "good grief"
Always, you know
cool wind does blow
Sweat'ring, raking, pumpkin spicing
Say it won't snow
Sky is aglow
leaves will fall off
I am so home
na na na na na na................
daylight, all gone,
hallow-een done
she put the candy by the stairs
Almond joy, lets me know she cares
Say it won't snow
Sky is aglow
leaves will fall off
I am so home
Na nas...
Say it won't snow
Sky is aglow
leaves will fall off
I am so home
Pumpkin spice spill
jack o' lantern thrill
The fall will go on
the great pumpkin hill.
The Audience was greatly amused. They cheered and clapped at the interesting alternate lyrics of that popular song.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Oct 11, 2020 9:32:30 GMT -8
Another poet took to the wall. Almost as if it had become a competition, a theme seemed to be emerging for the evening... things they wrote to impress their spouses...
"I wrote this... and surprise, It was for my wife... who was very supportive while I was in the university. This is turning into a spouse appreciation night!" The audience cheered. "That's not a bad thing. Anyway my wife is there in the back." He pointed to a table in the back of the Cafe with a twi lek sitting, blushing and covering her face. "And I wrote this for her, but I'd like to share it with you today, because I hope seeing the happiness of others puts a smile on your face, like it does for me."
"I put a ring on it"
"I like you. and I put a ring on it.
you're beautiful and I put a ring on it
You're you, and so I put a ring on it.
black-wearing, summer-hating you
Sweet-thoughtful, good cooking you
Republic history-loving, sun- hating you
mustard-hating, pepper-loving you
I give you all the Ryloth bagels, you.
"I love you and so I put a ring on it.
I need you in my life and so I put a ring on it
You matter to me, and so I put a ring on it.
"I am stressed and so you put encouragement on it
I was depressed and so you put a smile on it
I was hungry and so you put a scone on it.
intense me. stressed me. opinionated me.
cluttered me, insensitive me, gassy me.
Galactic Revival house-liking me
"I love you and so I put a ring on it.
I love you and so I put a ring on it.
I LOVE YOU and so I put a ring on it!"
The poem was dopey and awkward and more a statement of genuine devotion than technical poetic craft, but all the same, it was heartfelt and the crowd enjoyed the sentimentality.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Dec 21, 2020 14:51:33 GMT -8
On another day, at the small cafe, two Mandalorians showed up in full armor, with a hammer, anvil, and bellows. It took them 45 minutes to set everything up. When it was all ready, they provided mood music there. One sang while operating the bellows, which provided a mellow bass sound, while the other sang and hammered the anvil to the beat.
BES'LAAR BESKAR'GAM (Music of iron skin)
Orar O'beskar! (thunder O beskar)
ner ade k'uur, (my children hush,)
Vode susulur, (comrades listen,)
beskar bes'laar (to the iron's music)
Orar O'beskar! (thunder O beskar!)
Ni nynir, jate beskar (I strike the good iron)
Ni brokar, lo jatne beskar (I beat, into the best iron)
dral tracinya, tracyn dralshy'a (bright flame, fire brighter)
Nau'ur ne'hukaatir haat ka'rta (illuminate, do not to cover, your true heart/soul)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
Mesh'la Beskar (beautiful iron)
Werde'ade dar (children of the shadows no longer)
Mesh'la Beskar (beautiful iron)
Werde'ade dar (children of the shadows no longer)
(Sung as a round, and duet with set 1 and set 2 sung simultaneously.)
(set 1)
Orar O'beskar! (thunder O beskar)
aranar darasuum (eternally to defend)
gar vode juaan' (your brothers beside (you))
(set 2)
ner ade k'uur! (my children hush)
ti dral beskar'gam (with bright armor)
atiniir an lo akaan. (endure all aspects of war)
(sung in unison, ending the round, but as a fugue)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
Ner ade besark'gam (My children of iron skin)
Ner werde'ade dar (my children of the shadows no longer)
Ti mesh'la Beskar'ka'rta (with beautiful iron hearts)
lo dral beskar'gam (into bright iron skin)
aranar darasuum (eternally to defend)
cuun aliit tal'galar (our clan from losing blood)
ner ge'tal Tal'galaar. (my red Bloodhawks!)
Ni nynir, jate beskar (I strike the good iron)
Ni brokar, lo jatne beskar (I beat, into the best iron)
dral tracinya, tracyn dralshy'a (bright flame, fire brighter)
Nau'ur ne'hukaatir haat ka'rta (illuminate not to cover, your true heart/soul)
teh range ni nau'ur kad (from the ashes I forge)
Ner ade besark'gam (My children of iron skin)
Mesh'la Beskar (beautiful iron)
Werde'ade dar (children of the shadows no longer)
Dral mesh'la Beskar (bright beautiful iron)
Ner werde'ade dar (my children of the shadows no longer)
lo dral beskar'gam (into bright iron skin)
aranar darasuum (eternally to defend)
cuun aliit tal'galar (our clan from losing blood)
ner kar'tayl Tal'galaar'ade. (my beloved Bloodhawk children!)
Orar O'beskar! (thunder O beskar)
Haat cabur (true protector)
aranar darasuum (eternally to defend)
ade besark'gam (children of iron skin)
ner kar'tayl Tal'galaar'ade. (my beloved Bloodhawk children!)
ner ade k'uur! (my children hush)
Orar O'beskar! (thunder O beskar)
lo dral beskar'gam (into bright iron skin)
aranar darasuum (eternally to defend)
gar vode juaan' (your brothers are beside (you))
atiniir an lo akaan. (endure all aspects of war)
cuun Tal'galaar'ade ti Beskar'ka'rta (Our Bloodhawk children with hearts of Iron.)
The Mandalorian's expected ample applause, but none came. They angrily packed up everything and were on their way.
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Post by Mavera Nako on May 28, 2022 22:34:26 GMT -8
Here in one of the Squares few park areas sat Mavera, cross legged and eyes closed, meditating. She had been here only a few weeks. Her arrival had been... interesting. Dawntree, her rancor companion, had drawn a great deal of attention. Not to mention that nearly two squads of guards tried to stop them from making their way to the Imperial Palace. It had been a lesson well learned, the First Order citizens were not used to a Witch of Dathomir being among them, especially not riding on the back of a rancor. But since then she had stayed close to the lodgings that had been made for her, and a close by garage repurposed into a pen for Dawntree. She ended up spending almost all of her time in that garage, knowing that the city must be strange and confusing for her mount, it was only right for her to be close by as something familiar.
Her diplomatic mission had been a success. Mavera had reaffirmed the commitment of the Witches of Dathomir to being allies of the First Order, and delivered gifts sent with her to the Royal family. They were not much, simple tokens of luck and some small carvings to adorn any bare shelves or walls. Things that were made of wood and by hand. They'd look out of place in most homes on Coruscant. Much like Mavera did now. Everyone was sure to give the pretty woman a wide berth though as behind her slept the massive Rancor, soaking up the midday sun. This space around her simply put physical perspective onto her feelings internally. She was alone. Despite being on one of, if not the, most populated planets in the galaxy, she felt alone. The only being she had spoken to about non-official matters had been Dawntree. And though the great beast could comprehend many things, it was not the same. But for now, Mavera's snoozing companion would have to be enough.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on May 29, 2022 0:16:46 GMT -8
While most of the citizens of Coruscant out and about in the park give the young blonde woman and her Rancor a wide berth, a trio of humans approach them. Faina, dressed in plain civilian attire rather than her armor or the more ornate gowns she occasionally wears to affairs of state requiring she look the part of Empress, walks with her youngest children, Yvaine and Remus, who are also dressed in plain clothes to avoid attracting any unwanted attention, up to where Mavera and Dawntree are enjoying the sun. Faina's self appointed guards, the Imperial Knights Voshkie Sarkissian and Nechama Matos, had naturally insisted on accompanying her and her children, but Faina had given them instructions to be discreet to avoid attracting attention as well as to avoid giving Mavera the impression she felt the need for protection while meeting with her.
Stopping a polite distance from where Mavera is seated, Faina greets her with a warm smile, "Good morning, Mavera. Having been away from Coruscant when Mavera had come from Dathomir to reaffirm the commitment of the Witches of Dathomir to be allies of the First Order, Faina had been briefed on the young woman's meeting with Nicademus, and had brought Remus and Yvaine with her to thank Mavera for the gifts she had brought, as well as to see how Mavera and Dawntree are getting along on Coruscant. Not certain that Mavera will recognize her or her children, Faina introduces herself, keeping her voice low enough to avoid disturbing Dawntree, I am Faina Delvardus, and these are my youngest children, Yvaine and Remus. Remus, better at maintaining a degree of formality in public than his younger sister, nods when he is introduced, while Yvaine, at eleven years old not as formal as her brother unless on strict instruction to be formal, smiles cheerfully while waving and squatting down after walking closer to Dawntree to get a better look at the dozing Rancor. We wanted to thank you and the Dreaming River Clan personally for the gifts you brought, and to see how you and Dawntree are finding Coruscant."
Remus, hands clasped behind his back in a picture perfect imitation of his father and with as solemn expression as a fourteen year old could muster, says, "Miss Nako, I thank you for the marvelous carving that I have displayed in a place of honor . . . "
Yvaine, scooting a bit closer to Dawntree, interrupts her brother, cheerily exclaiming, "Oh, my carving was lovely! Really beautiful, thank you so much! I put mine in my room over the headboard of my bed! Is Dawntree a boy or a girl Rancor? I think she's a she. How old is she? Do you really ride her? Do you think she would let me ride her? That would be so amazing!"
Faina, smiling apologetically to Mavera, puts a hand on Yvaine's shoulder and asks her youngest daughter, "What have we said about asking questions of someone we've only just met, poppet?"
Yvaine, rolling her eyes playfully with a grin, says as though reciting, "Try to limit ourselves to under ten, and give others a chance to speak too. Smiling mischievously, she points out, That means I still have six more questions left!"
Faina laughs, "Well, why don't we let Mavera answer the first ones before you add any others."
"Okay, fine, Yvaine says, whispering to Mavera as she adds just one more question, unable to resist, Do you think I can pet her?"
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Post by Mavera Nako on May 29, 2022 6:59:58 GMT -8
Mavera's eyes shot open as she was greeted. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the bright light of the midday, but soon they did and she could make out the people who stood before her. She did almost immediately recognize the people in front of her. Most off the children, the boy in particular was a spitting image of his father and the others could be guessed upon from there. The names helped though, she had not recalled those quite yet as the woman and boy started to thank her. It echoed familiar sentiments from Faina's husband, a gracious family it seemed. Though she was surprised the royal family would make a special trip just to thank her. Perhaps they had been out already and spot her (or more likely Dawntree) from a distance and thought to come thank her. But these questions of hers were pushed aside by a barrage of eager inquiries from the young daughter. She briefly looked to Faina and Remus. Your thanks is appreciated, it has been an honor to be so warmly welcomed to your world. While she was grateful, this world of durasteel and skyscrapers was uncomfortable at best for the woman. She hadn't been barefoot in running water since she arrived, a favorite way to relax back on Dathomir. But she turned her attention to the excited young girl before her. She attempted to match the girls excitement, if only just to humor her. Learning of other cultures should be encouraged after all. So many questions for one so small, you must be about to burst! So let me do my part to lighten the load. Mavera motioned for the girl to come to her and then the boy should he desire it. Now, you must be slow and gentle with her while she rests. Put your hand here, under mine. Mavera rested her hand gently on the massive neck of the Rancor and started to gently stroke Dawntree, careful as always not to rube any scales the wrong way. It did happen on occasion, but Dawntree always knew it to be an accident, but she wanted to be extra sure with the two young nobles around. And yes, while I do ride upon her back sometimes, Dawntree is more than just my mount or a beast of burden. She is my companion and best friend. We are partners, always considerate of the other and living in harmony.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on May 29, 2022 8:04:06 GMT -8
Yvaine, interested in nature, technology and the sciences, eagerly moves closer when Mavera motions for her to do so, and nods when told she needs to be gentle. Placing her hand beneath Mavera's as Remus, not quite as intrepid as his sister and less comfortable with the outdoors as his own interests lay in starships and learning to command them, moves just a bit closer so he can watch Yvaine's efforts before thinking of also possibly petting the Rancor, Yvaine smiles as she feels the rise and fall of Dawntree's breathing beneath her hand. Whispering so she does not disturb Dawnstar, Yvaine listens to Mavera as she describes her relationship with Dawntree and says excitedly, "Oh, I knew that! My Daddy says that it is important to learn about the cultures of our allies, and so I studied up on Dathomir and the Witches and everything! It was fascinating! Did you know that the Rancors on Dathomir are the strongest and smartest anywhere? Oh, and that they have a symbiotic relationship with, she leans down to look at Dawnstar's mouth, gibbit birds? They're like toothbrushes for Rancors! Did you bring any gibbit birds with you? Did you know my Mummy was on Dathomir once? She had to . . ."
Faina laughs, stroking Yvaine's blonde hair as she reminds her gently, "Give others a chance to speak, poppet, remember? Yvaine nods and smiles at Mavera, motioning for Remus to come closer so he too can pet Dawntree. Remus, emboldened by the fact his younger sister has not been eaten yet, follows her example and even loses a bit of his stuffiness as he grins when he feels the Rancor's warm skin beneath his palm. Yvaine starts quietly telling her brother about reptomammals, which gives Faina a rare chance to speak without the immediate threat of interruption, and so she says to Mavera, This, she looks around at the sprawling city around the park, must all seem strange to you. It's a pity the First Order's capital is no longer on Muunilinst; I think you would have liked it better there, they still have forests and open plains unlike here on Coruscant."
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Mavera Nako
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Post by Mavera Nako on May 29, 2022 9:06:56 GMT -8
Mavera can't help but smile at the young child. She of course knew all of these things and more beyond, but she had not the heart to take any wind from the child's sails. But soon the both children were distracted and content petting the rancor that at this point was no longer sleeping, but merely humoring the human pups. With on last pat to Dawntree's neck, Mavera got up and stood by Faina as she spoke. I do not wish to seem ungrateful for the hospitality of you welcoming us to your city, but... Well, there was nothing that could have been said to prepare us for this. She also looks around. It was evident that they were already high above the natural surface of the planet, and yet gleaming spires rose even further past them.I had heard stories from your representatives on my home, but surely they could have only have been exaggerating! But it isn't me I worry about. I can adapt, I just pity poor Dawntree. She hasn't gotten to hunt for weeks. Mavera hastily adds on. Oh don't worry, she won't try anything unless I give her permission, it's just a shame is all, she's so good at it...
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on May 29, 2022 17:18:09 GMT -8
Faina shakes her head with a sympathetic smile to let Mavera know not only that she has no need to apologize for how she feels about Coruscant, but also that she can understand why the ecumenopolis would not be the ideal place for the Witch of Dathomir or Dawntree given the vast differences between it and their homeworld, "Coruscant is certainly not for everyone."
Yvaine, frowning upon hearing Mavera say that she worries for Dawntree, gently strokes the Rancor's side as she coos, "Oh, you poor, poor lovely thing. You must not be very happy here. I'm so sorry you can't be back on your homeworld." Closing her eyes and concentrating, Yvaine uses the Force to send soothing feelings to Dawntree to try and make her less sad.
Remus, hearing Mavera say that Dawntree hasn't been able to hunt in weeks, asks with a thoughtful frown, "Is there any reason, Miss Nako, that you could not take Dawntree on hunts from time to time?"
Faina smiles, patting Remus' shoulder, proud that he had thought of the idea, tells Mavera with a smile, "He has a good point, Mavera. I don't seem to recall any terms of our alliance with the Witches of Dathomir requiring that you take up permanent residence here on Coruscant, or that you are not permitted to come and go as you please. If you don't wish to be as far or long away as visiting your homeworld would require that you be, there are many Imperial worlds relatively close by that would give you and Dawntree places to hunt and, she waves a hand around to indicate the city around them, get away all this for a time."
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Mavera Nako
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Post by Mavera Nako on May 30, 2022 13:35:24 GMT -8
Mavera bowed her head. Perhaps I could get away for a time. Though finding a ship that is willing to take the pair of us on is... somewhat difficult. Most captains I find are hesitant to when the find out I am a Witch, but with my Rancor, that often will close the door completely. She looked to her no longer sleeping companion. Even though she made life and travel more difficult within civilization, Mavera wouldn't trade her for anything. The pair were practically sisters, having grown up together and learned from one another. This was just a new stage in their adventures together. Though I am duty bound to be at hand here, should anything arise. She turns to look at Faina again. We are not just sent here as diplomats. I am here to also be of use to your family. On Dathomir we believe that deeds are the best way to honor an agreement. And we are both committed to this. Mavera looked to her now pretend sleeping companion, who was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting from the younglings and Mavera smiled again.
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