The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               T'rialow wasn't surprised to have all the kids avoid her as she entered the farm, what did surprise her was when she found a little girl staring at her from the doorway of the barn.

Looking up from her spot on the floor, where she was hiding away the Jedi Holocron within her bag, the mongrel was mesmerised to see a little version of Omera at her doorstep. In the girls arms were white flowers, with a small sheen of pink, blues, and purples in the centre.

"Hello," T'rialow cautiously said, folding her claws within her palms.

Keeping her hood drawn and her goggles on, the mongrel restrained from letting her canines appear, her claws to scratch, or her paws to show. She was truly hiding the monster within, for she didn't want to scare the child before her.

"Hi," the little girl whispered, stepping into the room, whilst holding the flowers outward,"I got these... for you, they reminded me of your hair."

Smiling softly, T'rialow reached out, before quickly withdrawing her hand at the sight of her claws delicately touching the girls soft skin. Slouching in her posture, the mongrel patted the floor beside her.

"You can put them down there," T'rialow hummed.

Dropping the flowers on the floor, the girl surprised T'rialow once more by not running away afterwards.

"I'm Winta," the girl smiled, reaching a small hand out,"mum said you're going to protect us from the bad guys, like a guardian angel."

Smiling softly at the shy child, T'rialow reached out and fist pumped the girls open palm, making the child laugh softly. The mongrel saw so much of Omera in this little girl, from her looks, to her kindness. She knew that, if her mandalorian was her, he'd probably melt at the sight of her big, brown eyes.

"Come on!" Kids yelled, off in the distance,"Hurry!"

Smiling softly to herself, she peaked through the shades of the barn, and watched on in small delight of the children running past brimming with energy and excitement. Suddenly, she saw Winta stumble out the door behind them, stumbling to catch up with her friends. A part of her wished that they had reacted that way when she walked onto the farm land, but, knowing that she'll be protecting their youthfulness makes her sadness diminish.

Why was she a walking nightmare for the children, was she really that terrifying? Pulling the hood attached to her cloak further over her face, she could feel the goggles chipped metal digging into her skin. At least Winta wasn't afraid, thats just one, but thats enough.

"Everyone, they're here!" One of the children yelled, catching T'rialows interest.

Who was here? Must be someone important to catch the eye of energised children.

Steadying herself back up on her legs, T'rialow made sure her lightsaber was secured, before raping herself up in the cloak and dispersing to the outside world.

Watching a child be swept up into his mothers arms reminded T'rialow so much of the strong embrace her own mother would cage her in. It was a ghostly feeling, the wind swept around her body and almost felt like her two arms wrapping softly around her waist and lifting her up into the sky so that she may reach the stars. She missed her family, she missed her parents.

As the cloak hid her form, non of those around her seemed to wide eyed, as they brushed by her side. Taking closer steps towards the small vessel that had arrived, she looked to one of the people seated in the back. A woman, with dark brown hair that was swept to one side. Smiling at the sight of another outsider, T'rialow wondered how long she'd be staying around for, and if she was here for the same reason she was.

Suddenly, her eyes catch sight of a glint in the sun, causing her to stop where she stood, as her paws scrunched up the dirt in anticipation.

Lips parted, she watched as he hopped off the end of the vehicle, thats when she knew that who stood before her really was him. The sun caught his armour as if it were drawn to the metal, creating beautiful glints and slither of light to sway amongst the bends and points. The greenery of nature suited him as a backdrop, for T'rialow thought it made him look as if he were someone coming home.

"Mando," T'rialow whispered, she thought she'd never utter his name again, but, that thought only made an empty space reserved in her heart burn.

Suddenly, his helmet turned towards where she stood, and the mongrel felt her whole body blush as if he could actually make her out hidden beneath the fabric. With his blaster in his hand, he nodded to her, momentarily, before turning to the child seated before the children.

He didn't notice her, or, maybe he was pretending not to know her?

Suddenly, someone brushed passed her, causing the wind from her slight side step to cause the hood of her cloak to slip down to her shoulder. The mongrels hair swayed in the wind, tickling her face, as the sun made the crystallised hairs and fur on her body shift from different hues of pink, purple, and blue. Her ears pricked up and softly twitched to the soft sounds the came bubbling out of the child's mouth. Everyone watched from the corner of their eyes, as the sun highlighted the warriors angelic features.

That was when the Mandalorian looked up, and took a step back in awe at the sight before him. He felt his heart, caged in its wires of beskar, suddenly beating so fast that it was the only thing he could hear. The warrior in beskar took one small step forward, and began to question as to whether she really was standing there before him. Watching her softly brush her hair behind her ear, his hand twitched to do it for her.

He missed those small moments in between, where they'd stand in a doorway together, and he'd have a reason to brush her face with his gloved hand.

Suddenly, T'rialows eyes went wide, as her hands felt that her hood had fallen away and that the mandalorians eyes were upon her like when they first met. Hissing in anger, the mongrel turned around and fled the farm, feeling her eyes sting with the feeling of tears.

She never cried.

"T'rialow!" Mando called out, as the Mongrel slipped away from the crowd into the forest.