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The lovely weather of Sorgan is a welcoming environment change from a prison cell or even a desert. Though, the sun is especially persistent today, and the rays nibble at the black cloak jacket wrapped around Gaia's torso, the fabric stroking her knees. She "borrowed" the outfit from Farren's closet, seeing as her own jumpsuit was ruined and tattered after her most recent adventures. The ambiance of today is still pleasant, nonetheless. Even more so now that they're sheltered by a planet such as Sorgan, seeking the presence of none other than Cara Dune.
After Gaia and Mando had broken apart from each other yesterday, they'd collectively decided that they would need backup for themselves in case of emergency, and who else better than a battle-hardened warrior who knows how to throw a mean punch?
Of course it would all have to be up to Cara herself seeing as they can't exactly force her to tag along, but given her previous history with the Empire, the chances are relatively high.
"Regarding what we talked about yesterday," Gaia pipes up, her sword heavy against her back as they venture along a soothing forest path, "should we tell Cara about Farren?"
"When did we. . ." Mando trails off. That's right: Gaia had accidently Gazed with him last night yet they still ended up conversing with each other in their dreamscape, about the Kessurian. She's still detained in the cell aboard her own ship, however, the title of pilot has been bestowed upon Gaia instead. "No. Not until we've gathered everybody."
"You mean there's more than just Cara?"
Mando provides her with a steady nod. The Child coos at his caretakers then, waddling a bit ahead of them while listening in on their conversation. "The Ugnaught we met on Arvala-7 might be a good pick, if he's willing. Someone needs to watch the kid for us. . ."
"Not bad," Gaia says in a jaunty manner. "He might need a little bit of convincing, though."
"What's. . .with the smile?"
"Not much," she dismisses, mischievousness thriving in the crevice of her mouth. "Let's just say, you're not the only one with a pick."
Mando furrows his brows within his helmet and nearly stops up mid-walk. "Who is it?"
"I'm not telling~"
Gaia's sing-song voice is carried with the wind. It follows them as they finally reach the tavern they first visited back when they hid away from the Guild and its hunters. Gaia is the first to enter, catching The Child's fickle attention and picking him gently up into her arms. The place is somewhat crowded on this bright, sunny day and people are bustling excitedly around after the latest official brawl.
