𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 • din djarin

Chapter 1: Brown Eyes

chapter 1: brown eyes •••

The things you would do for a kriffing breeze—or at least another pair of hands to help.

The summers in Scespa have never been merciful and this year is no exception. Scespa's sun beats down on you with intensity as you finish setting up your stand in the local marketplace. The store's just two blocks away, but the warmer weather makes for much better business in stalls that easily line the streets. The planet's always been a favorite of those in the galaxy who can afford the luxury of traveling for leisure and summer is the most popular season. That's something your parents can't ignore: it's too good for business.

You release a heavy sigh as you finally take a seat. You've just finished making the stall look nice—an elegant white cloth to cover the wooden surface, a few handcrafted wooden tiers to display the products, and scattered artificial flowers for a delicate accent—and now, all you need to do is get everything on the stall. The crates of jars sit on the hovercart that's still floating beside you and you start to get to work taking them and placing them where they belong. You make sure the labels are clearly visible, wanting to avoid what happened last summer when a customer mistook doctoset for amoxipan.

Once you've filled your display, you finally sit back and take a deep breath. The material of your shirt is thin, but it still feels heavy against the power Scespa's sun. It's still early in the summer, you rant to yourself. Why is it so kriffing hot?

"Whew! That sun is powerful!" a voice from the stall beside you exclaims. You turn your head almost lazily to see none other than Drinna Baize dramatically fanning herself as she does every summer, smiling at you as she reaches for one of her homemade fans. "You need one, honey?" Drinna hands you a fan that's painted beautiful with swirling designs in pink, orange, and yellow, reminding you of the beautiful sunsets the Scespa summers have to offer. As you reach out to take it, Drinna pulls it away with a laugh. "Don't forget to pay for that!" She continues laughing even as she offers it up once again. "I'm just bein' silly, honey, you can go ahead and take it."

You playfully roll your eyes as you accept it, putting it to good use as soon as you lean back in your chair. "I fall for it every summer, Drinna," you tell the orange Twi'lek, offering a smile as you shake your head. "Too bad this was the last time."

"Oh, right," Drinna sighs, looking at you with hardly concealed sadness. "You're movin' to the Brelle system, aren't you?"

"Yeah." You also sigh, tightening your jaw as you continue. "My parents still think it's time."

"Well, hon, you're gettin' older. It's time you went out there and saw more of the galaxy, don't ya' think?"

You try your best to hold back a scoff as you cross your arms over your chest. "I am getting older. But my parents still want to make decisions for me."

Drinna lets out a loud coo of sympathy as you watch her shake her head slowly, causing her lekku to bounce gently with the movement. "I know you're tired of the family business."

"Well... not really all of it." You sit up a bit as you observe the jars on the tabletop in front of you. "In fact, I really do love herbal medicine—but I don't just want to make it and sell it." You pick up a jar of the doctoset, still spotting the soft blue hue of the klochoot plant from which it was made. "I want to use it."

"You wanna be a doctor?"

"No, no." You release a breath as you place the doctoset back where it was. "I just... want to use my knowledge of it to help a greater cause."

You can hear Drinna click her tongue with what sounds like admiration, and when you look over at her, you can see her giving you a gaze that's full of exactly that. Your face heats up as you shake your head. "How noble of ya', dear."