Blowing in the Wind

The Thing About The Past.

                                                                                 Evy's POV

I was siting in Kuiil's hut as I noticed it was starting to get dark outside. 'Mando....Where are you?' I thought quietly to myself. I was starting to get worried that he had not returned yet. I started to think of the worst possible outcomes. What if he was killed? What if he was take hostage? What if he abandoned me here to fend for myself? There were a number of possibilities. But I still held on to hope that he was still out there, making his way back to me with this bounty of his. I wondered how a bounty could be THIS important. What damage could this bounty do to the universe? What kind of impact would they make? My mind turned back to Mando. I thought about how blunt he could be and how he wasn't a talker by any sort. I wondered how he is with friends or family. I wondered if he could be kind and not a stern Bounty Hunter that he portrayed around people that he knew and trusted. Why do I even care? I am nothing but his slave. A slave that he didn't even want. Why do I want to get to know him? I am just a possession and nothing more. But he fascinates me at the same time. This man that I've only known for a short while has wanted to get to know me. None of my masters before gave me the time of day to get to know me. They all saw me as someone to do their bidding. They didn't care about who I was on the inside or how my life came to be the way it is. But this Mandalorian seems to wonder about me. What is it about me that makes him wonder? I'm nothing in the eyes of the universe. Maybe Kuiil was right.... Maybe mando does care for me in some regard. I don't know why but I feel this pull to get to know him further. He affects me in a way that I didn't expect. What is wrong with me? I would be eliminated for having these thoughts. I am only here to serve, not to get attached. That is how I've survived so far. I have jumped from master to master over the last 4 years. I'm not an easy slave to say the least. My father used to tell me that in order to get what you need in your life, is to not give up and to stand your ground. I started to think about my family and what they would have thought of me being a slave. They would try to do everything in their power to free me. I can hear Serita in my head now. She would say 'Evy, you'd have to be a quitter to keep yourself in this situation' She may have been young but she sure was wise. My family is what has kept me going throughout the years. Remembering their laughs and smiles while we would be out on walks. That's why I try to take walks as often as I can, because I am reminded of a time where things were simple. Sometimes at night, I pretend that I am still in our small yet beautiful cottage and sitting in our front room reading a book in front of the fire. My little sisters goofing around and my parents sitting by one another, holding each other. I felt something wet on my face as I realized it was tears. I wiped them away quickly but not fast enough. Kuiil walked over to me with a piece of cloth and offered it to me. I smiled graciously and whispered a thanks of gratitude. "Why are you crying? Is it because the Mandalorian has not returned? Because I am sure he will be back soon. You shouldn't worry." He said in a concerned voice. I looked at him and then out the window and said  "I know he will return.....That's not what is making me sad." He looked at me with a curious look and said quietly "Then what is wrong?" I felt myself become choked up with emotion. No one has asked me what's wrong in a long time. I felt as though I have finally found a way to express my emotion freely with Kuiil. I told him of how I had become a slave and of all the good and fond memories of my family from before. He listened quietly and just nodded his head. When I finished he had said "Whatever life we live is a story. The story unfolds in chapters. Sometimes the chapter in our lives can be good but then there can be horrible chapters. But when we have a awful chapter, the next chapter can be filled with all the happiness we could get. It may take awhile for the bad chapter to last but when the good chapter comes, the horrible chapter will seem worth the pain. You may be in your atrocious chapter but soon your amazing chapter will come that will lead to your happy ending.....I have spoken." He then walked away. I sat there and pondered on the extremely wise advise he had just given me. I smiled a bit and thought that my good chapter is about to come.

                                                                                      Mando's POV

As the sun was going down, I found a place to rest for the night. I sat down and then started to treat my wounds from the fight from earlier. I grabbed a tool to help the healing process of the cut on my upper arm. I began to grunt in pain. I began to wonder if the girl had any experience treating wounds. I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Most slaves need to be trained in that area if their masters come home and need medical attention. She has such small hands. She could probably fix me up in no time. Maybe there is a perk to having a slave. She could be very useful to me. After all, she does have to do everything I command of her. I then tore myself away from those thoughts. This is why having slaves is horrible. You have them do things for you so then you get to a point where you don't do anything. I have to do everything to make sure it gets done right. Other people just don't care. But I do. I wondered what she could be doing in this moment. Is she daydreaming? Fiddling with the hem of her dress? Why do I care so much? Ever since I've met her, all I've done is think about her. Why has she affected me like this? She annoys me yet I want to know more about her at the same time. There is a solution to this problem. Maybe I could sell her to someone else. I wouldn't have to worry about her anymore and she wouldn't be in my way. When we return to Nevarro, I will sell the girl and get my bounty. Then I will be on my own again, the way it's always been. I hear the sizzling coming from the tool I'm using. I had to put it sown for a moment and catch my breath. I then began to treat my wound again when I noticed the child had walked over and stood next to me with his hand stretched out. I looked at him with confusion as he closed his eyes. I then grabbed him and picked him up to put him back into the egg shaped cradle. I went back over to my spot and sat back down. I picked up my chest plate and began fixing that which didn't take very long. Then when it powered back on I looked over and saw the child back by my side. The child was reaching out his hand once again. But I picked him up and brought him back to the cradle. We both looked at each other for a moment before I closed the hatch of the egg shaped cradle. I then sat back down and decided to get some rest before going to get the girl and heading back to Nevarro.