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003. A BURNT CHILD DREADS FIRE
( —if something has hurt you once, you avoid making the same mistake or experiencing the same situation again.)
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"That is where you'll find your quarry."
Myra had never ridden anything in her entire life. As soon as she had mounted the back of a blurrg for their journey that laid ahead, she had established a different connection with it. All these kinships she had learnt that day, she could differentiate them eventually. She had run a finger over its hide to feel what it felt; the rush of breath, her strong legs and her thrill of having a light rider. And to see the world from the back of a creature was a privilege, so much that she owed her thanks to the animal that lead her through the muddy terrain and canyons.
After much broil, compromise and drama, the Mandalorian had managed to imprint on a young, female blurrg and ready to travel. He was very much disappointed when Myra managed to imprint before him—by cheating, of course—and watch him in all amusement without breaking a sweat.
And oh, the light.
It really switched on her life, bringing beauty and vision, igniting colour in vivid contrast. She could tell the difference between fever and warmth. In fact, she loved day-shine—where the star would rise to bathe that lands in a warm glow. For the strength to see everyone else, to observe nature and the striking contrast was a great gift she had missed perceiving.
Mando was satisfied upon the looks of his destination, looking to the farmer with gratitude. It was sweet in her mind, bringing forth a delightful sensation when she sensed it in him. He was at the man's grace so to offer his thanks, Mando stretched out a few credits towards him.
