The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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"What can I do to repay you?" T'rialow asked, as she sat by an open fire beside Omera, the night sky was like a deep, blue woven silk rode, swaying above them with moments of silver in between.

They were on a krill farm in the middle of nowhere, which truly suited the mongrel well. She had acquired Omera about staying for a while, and the human had shown the mongrel the biggest, happiest smile at the request. When they had entered the farm, all the children had ran at the sight of T'rialow. So, she had come to keeping her hood on, and her goggles secure, to avoid scaring the children and letting these foreign individuals see that the children being scared of her had actually hurt the warrior before them.

"Could you help us with the raiders?" Omera was hesitant to ask, as she could tell the woman beside her was strong, but it was such a strong request to ask of a stranger.

Turning to Omera with a snicker, allowing her canines to slip out and scratch her lips, T'rialow smirked beneath the blood,"Consider it done."

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Walking into the forest surrounding the krill farm, she could feel the energy rippling off of the Jedi Holocron within her hands. By her side, she felt the kyber crystal in her lightsaber call out to whatever was locked up within the blue, crystallised square. Stepping out over a cliff, T'rialow watched as the sun rose above the treetops. Its iris of fire so mesmerising in its mascara of pure light, its vibrant glow turned the soft blues to a radiant gold. It was such an ordinary event, but to her, that flower of flame with petals stretching over the horizon reminded her of the days she would sit and watch the sun by her masters side.

As a child, that had become her favourite part of the day, because it represented new beginnings, and with new beginnings came new hope.

She could remember sitting by her masters side, and watching as the sun rose further into the sky as dawn soon fell away. The sound of birds igniting into a chorus of melodies rung in her ears from both direction, as a soft smile befall his face at the sight of his padawans wonder. The mongrel was fierce, but the skies painting brought out the softness in her.

The cold touch of the metal in her hands reminded her of those moments were her claws would gracefully etch her Mandalorians helmet. His leather gloved hands, always brushing against hers, whenever he passed her his gun. For a Mandalorian to hand over their gun, was something never truly heard of before.

T'rialow never realised the moment she started to fall for the Mandalorian, all she did know was that, when she held his hand back in Nevaroo, she realised the hurt she was going to feel when she would have to let him go.

She felt it now, that hurt, more excruciating than any bullet, more pain than any wound, more violent than any knife. Gritting her teeth, she could feel the graze of her canines slice against the inside of her cheek. Blood, the taste of ruby red blood, liquor, candied drips of her life befall upon her own mouth and dribbled down her throat.

Turning to look at the path behind her, she just saw foliage and greenery, where the ground she had just walked now dusted with plumes of dirt, fallen leaves, and flowers. This was it, she momentarily realised, as the suns rays cut through the trees and surrounded her in a halo of blessed sun.

Sitting down, she crossed her legs, and held the holocron up at eye level. Taking a moment, she was hypnotised by the swirling hues of blue that were interlocked within the glass confines of this informations prison. Its seal had a hushed voice that called out to the powers within her, as the sound of ones name befall upon the winds tongue.