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The golden robotic insect turned jewellery moves, readjusting its position to something both you and it find more comfortable. Finding the right spot, it curls up again and hums wordlessly, allowing the tiny vibrations to flow into your arm. Yira looks at you, unable to stand still, doing a little standing dance, already tasting the tarts in her mind. Her eyes bore into asking a simple question – can we go now? You pay Jalos, thankful that the cost was not too ridiculous. As soon as the transaction is completed, Yira takes your arm in hers and practically drags you out of the spaceport.
Around the clearing, which is populated by buildings and flat grass, stand the ancient trees that encircle the premises as if walls created to pen you in. Of course, you make sure to stay within the clearing. On your arrival, you faced some of the beings within. It isn’t something you wish to replicate. Away from the buildings but also from the looming trees that hunger to snatch you away from civilisation, Yira drags you to the ground. Sitting on the dry grass, Yira opens the box containing the sweet treats. Her eyes dart back to the Jogan tarts, waiting with unveiled desire, pleading for you to take the first so she is given the green light to begin.
“SoWhichDoYouWant?” Blurts out Yira, pushing the box towards you.
You reach out without much care at the dozen tarts, this purchase was more for Yira than it is for you. Extending a hand, your palm is about to pick up a ruby coloured tart, only pausing and reversing when you see Yira’s face scrunch up at your choice. Instead, you bring an amber coloured tart to your lips and take a bite. Flavours dance on your tongue, ones you could never have even imagine, halted in your tracks, you allow yourself to focus on the exquisite taste. Without any further restraint, Yira’s arm whips out like one of a vaapad’s tails, snatching the ruby coloured tart and shoving it into her mouth. Her face shows just how good it is.
Eating slowly, you deliberately take your time partaking of the Jogan tarts, the thing you enjoy the most about it is watching Yira’s childish delight. As you enjoy the moment, you consider her earlier request for you to impart some of your skills of the Force. As much as you’d like to give her your complete trust, that luxury can’t be afforded to be gifted to anyone. Even if she has not said it, you doubt she’d spend such time with you if you weren’t blessed with an impressive command of the Force. You will give her your free time, for something in return. She can be your second set of eyes, or third set if your droid is your second.
Around the clearing, which is populated by buildings and flat grass, stand the ancient trees that encircle the premises as if walls created to pen you in. Of course, you make sure to stay within the clearing. On your arrival, you faced some of the beings within. It isn’t something you wish to replicate. Away from the buildings but also from the looming trees that hunger to snatch you away from civilisation, Yira drags you to the ground. Sitting on the dry grass, Yira opens the box containing the sweet treats. Her eyes dart back to the Jogan tarts, waiting with unveiled desire, pleading for you to take the first so she is given the green light to begin.
“SoWhichDoYouWant?” Blurts out Yira, pushing the box towards you.
You reach out without much care at the dozen tarts, this purchase was more for Yira than it is for you. Extending a hand, your palm is about to pick up a ruby coloured tart, only pausing and reversing when you see Yira’s face scrunch up at your choice. Instead, you bring an amber coloured tart to your lips and take a bite. Flavours dance on your tongue, ones you could never have even imagine, halted in your tracks, you allow yourself to focus on the exquisite taste. Without any further restraint, Yira’s arm whips out like one of a vaapad’s tails, snatching the ruby coloured tart and shoving it into her mouth. Her face shows just how good it is.
Eating slowly, you deliberately take your time partaking of the Jogan tarts, the thing you enjoy the most about it is watching Yira’s childish delight. As you enjoy the moment, you consider her earlier request for you to impart some of your skills of the Force. As much as you’d like to give her your complete trust, that luxury can’t be afforded to be gifted to anyone. Even if she has not said it, you doubt she’d spend such time with you if you weren’t blessed with an impressive command of the Force. You will give her your free time, for something in return. She can be your second set of eyes, or third set if your droid is your second.
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