A Good Thing

-rest-

A/N this story is gonna be another long one folks. There are lots of things in my head for this story! I have 25k words and 10 chapters done so far. I plan to update on Mondays. as its a new story, I think I might drop chapter 2 later.

as always fam, leave a comment if you like it!

Part One 

Cool water sloshed against the tops of her waders and tugged lazily at the edges of her skirt. The late afternoon air was filled with the usual sounds of the village, reminding her of the peace they enjoyed here and how they'd won it back. Remembering, Omera refocused her gaze on the krill darting around her feet, on the children playing between the ponds, on her hair dragging limply along in the water beside her, on everything but the clear sky. She did not watch the sky. There was no reason to. When the Mandalorian had left more than two standard months ago, there had been no promises of return, no maybe somedays. Someone wanted his precious boy dead, so he had to move on. And likely on and on, again and again. Thinking of them, forced to live constantly on the run, never safe long enough to truly ever rest, her heart ached for what a lonely and exhausting life she knew it to be. Catching herself glancing up at the horizon, again, Omera sighed heavily and thrust her hand back into the water to snatch at the first green blur she saw. As much as she would have... as everyone would have liked for them to stay, it wouldn’t have been safe. Not for the village, not for that curious green child. If there was anything she could understand, it was the desperate and unyielding need to keep one's child safe and protected in the midst of violence and chaos. He may not have been his true born father, but their bond was plain for all to see and it had only seemed to grow in the weeks they had spent in the relative peace Sorgan offered.

Standing suddenly, Omera swiped the damp hair from her face and set her basket on the ground beside her, perhaps a bit too hard, and hauled herself from the pond. The mindless chore that was krill harvesting allowed her thoughts too much freedom to wander, and dwelling on their erstwhile hero and his adopted son would do no one any good. Least of all her. 

“Where are you off too, Omera?” Caben called out to her from the pond she’d just vacated, a curious lilt to his voice. Wringing out her skirt, she forced a smile. 

“I just need a break. Quick check on Winta, maybe a walk.” She shrugged and Caben nodded in understanding. A few of the women nearby waved her away, all cheerful smiles. 

There wasn’t really any need to check on Winta, she could see her from the krill ponds easily enough. So when her feet carried her towards the treeline, she let them. Some had worried the raiders would come back once their defenders had gone, but their worry had been unwarranted. In fact, the last two months had been so completely peaceful Omera found herself growing restless. After the tumultuous mess her life had become before she’d found her way to Sorgan, the ease of the place had been a welcome change. It wasn’t until the Mandalorian had come, not until he put a blaster back in her hands, helped her defend her home and made her feel the ghost of things she hadn’t even thought about in years that her life had felt… unsatisfying. Winta had seemed to feel it too and Sorgan was all she’d ever known. She asked about her father for the first time in years, asked about other star systems and what it was like to make the jump into hyperspace. The few times Omera had caught her playing alone, her favored doll had been replaced with a bent stick blaster. It had made her nervous. It had also made her laugh a bit.

Just as she reached the edge of the forest, the sudden tearing roar of a ship flying low overhead had her searching the sky, her breath catching in her throat. Stepping out from the shade of the trees and shielding her eyes against the sun, she saw it. The Razor Crest shone in the light as it flew low over the trees and Omera watched until it disappeared from sight as it sought a place to land.