~More than anything he wanted to know her. This yearning, so agonizing threatened to devour him whole.~Anakin Skywalker
Cassandra Pierce is hunted by a powerful evil, putting everyone in danger. Kamar Taj reaches out to the Jedi Temple for aid. Newl...
Thick mist obscured everything, drastically affecting the visibility of their surroundings. Cassandra suggested they tie themselves together with the rope in the satchel, so they didn't get separated in the forest.
"Cassandra, I can't fight with my lightsaber if I'm tied to you." Anakin reasoned. "Hold my hand and we won't have to worry about getting separated."
"If you say so." She said doubtfully.
Anakin's firm grip engulfed her hand. "Hey, trust me, okay? I know what I'm doing. This isn't the first time I've had to go behind enemy lines to rescue my master."
"So, this is a regular occurrence. Good to know." Her warm contralto carried through the fog like a drop of sunshine in the miserable damp forest.
Unfortunately, a little too loudly.
"Quiet. We're in enemy territory." Anakin hissed in a low voice.
Droids didn't register to Anakin's senses like normal life forms, making their locations difficult to pinpoint. The mist cast a damp fug over everything, making the trek through the forest a miserable endeavor.
Something small and white flew out of the brush slamming into Anakin with a loud warble. "What the kriff?"
Anakin drew his lightsaber and choked when he looked down. A small chunky bird clung to his chest, snuggling into his robes.
Cassandra ambled over; her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What's that?"
Peeling the bird off, Anakin cradled it in his palms. "A Porg."
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Porgs were supposed to live in coastal habits, so what was this one doing here? The bird's sparkling brown eyes glistened as its flat mouth opened to warble.
Cassandra tickled the bird's plush belly with her finger, and it squealed in delight. "It's so cute!"
Anakin sighed and set the Porg carefully on the ground. It flapped its small wings and hopped onto his boot.
Cassandra crouched down to scoop the bird up. "The Porg likes you, isn't that right Porggy?"
The Porg chirped in agreement.
"Don't name it!" Anakin protested. "Porgs aren't pets."
The sorceress scoffed. "Well, we can't leave the poor thing out here by itself and we don't have the time to find its nest."
"We'll leave the Porg here." He declared firmly, putting an end to the argument.
"Really?" Cassandra set the bird down to make a point. The cursed thing waddled over to Anakin and hugged his leg again.
Looking up at the sky, he swore. "Fine! Put the Porg in the satchel."
Anakin draped the satchel's strap over his shoulder and prayed the bird didn't give them away with all its noise. Cassandra's potions clinked as the Porg settled in its makeshift nest, warbling contentedly.
