The smile Reiel gave Fiach was akin to the binary suns rising over Tatooine's sandy horizon – bright and warm, but the sincerity hidden forever by the cover of her buy'ce. She could only hope that her voice carried out the gratitude she felt at the Jedi's words.
"Thank you!"
She respectfully kept quiet as Fiach recounted the events that led to their meeting. Her father mirrored her silence, the T on the older Mandalorian's visor firmly fixed towards the Jedi's direction. He sat there, back straight in typical militaristic fashion and Reiel instantly knew that the persona of father was quickly replaced by chief beroya, the person being groomed as the clan's next alor – a person of authority the moment Fiach mentioned the Sith.
While her father remained silent and seemingly unperturbed by the revelation, Reiel was – understandably – the exact opposite. She had never faced a Sith before, and to think that there had been not one, but two Darksiders in the cantina–!
Corroborating Fiach's tale flew out of the window instantly.
"The Sith?! Two of them?" spluttered the young Mandalorian in shock. A chill crept down her spine, her sudden fear turning into gratitude as she sent Hod Ha'ran a quick prayer of thanks for letting her and the Jedi walk out of that barfight unscathed. She even thanked the Force, for hells' sakes.
Her father rose from his seat and approached the two women. He stood before them, an intimidating figure whose alarmed gaze swept towards the spaceport's entrance.
"Typical Jedi. Helping those in need." His words were clipped but not unkind. Wulfric was not unfamiliar with the battle between the two Force-user races. And while he mistrusted the Jetiise, he was not a fool to turn one away in favor of the Sith. They were – to him – both a danger, but he would rather side with the Jedi who aimed for peace than the Sith who craved nothing but chaos and destruction.
Clan Crowholde may have come from House Vizsla, but they were a family who learned from the past. They vowed to never make the same mistakes Pre Vizsla did.
"It is by the luck of Hod Ha'ran that the two of you have walked out of the cantina with your lives. But we cannot count on another blessing, for it may turn into a trick against us."
Reiel could do nothing but watch as her father comandeered the conversation. She was still shocked that she had been in the presence of Darksiders. And like Fiach had said, the encounter could have ended into a bloodbath.
"Fiach, if I have heard correctly?" he asked and would continue once he received the confirmation. "There is no reason for me to mistrust your words. You know the Sith more than my daughter, but I know them like you do as well. I believe that you are a capable Jedi, so please do not mistake this old Mandalorian's offer as a slight against your skills."
"Buir...?"
Wulfric would stretch a gloved hand towards the Jedi, a reflection of Reiel's action from earlier.
"I am... grateful for your kindness towards my child. If you would be willing, we can give you a ride offworld and into the next planet that might be in your itinerary."
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"Thank you!"
She respectfully kept quiet as Fiach recounted the events that led to their meeting. Her father mirrored her silence, the T on the older Mandalorian's visor firmly fixed towards the Jedi's direction. He sat there, back straight in typical militaristic fashion and Reiel instantly knew that the persona of father was quickly replaced by chief beroya, the person being groomed as the clan's next alor – a person of authority the moment Fiach mentioned the Sith.
While her father remained silent and seemingly unperturbed by the revelation, Reiel was – understandably – the exact opposite. She had never faced a Sith before, and to think that there had been not one, but two Darksiders in the cantina–!
Corroborating Fiach's tale flew out of the window instantly.
"The Sith?! Two of them?" spluttered the young Mandalorian in shock. A chill crept down her spine, her sudden fear turning into gratitude as she sent Hod Ha'ran a quick prayer of thanks for letting her and the Jedi walk out of that barfight unscathed. She even thanked the Force, for hells' sakes.
Her father rose from his seat and approached the two women. He stood before them, an intimidating figure whose alarmed gaze swept towards the spaceport's entrance.
"Typical Jedi. Helping those in need." His words were clipped but not unkind. Wulfric was not unfamiliar with the battle between the two Force-user races. And while he mistrusted the Jetiise, he was not a fool to turn one away in favor of the Sith. They were – to him – both a danger, but he would rather side with the Jedi who aimed for peace than the Sith who craved nothing but chaos and destruction.
Clan Crowholde may have come from House Vizsla, but they were a family who learned from the past. They vowed to never make the same mistakes Pre Vizsla did.
"It is by the luck of Hod Ha'ran that the two of you have walked out of the cantina with your lives. But we cannot count on another blessing, for it may turn into a trick against us."
Reiel could do nothing but watch as her father comandeered the conversation. She was still shocked that she had been in the presence of Darksiders. And like Fiach had said, the encounter could have ended into a bloodbath.
"Fiach, if I have heard correctly?" he asked and would continue once he received the confirmation. "There is no reason for me to mistrust your words. You know the Sith more than my daughter, but I know them like you do as well. I believe that you are a capable Jedi, so please do not mistake this old Mandalorian's offer as a slight against your skills."
"Buir...?"
Wulfric would stretch a gloved hand towards the Jedi, a reflection of Reiel's action from earlier.
"I am... grateful for your kindness towards my child. If you would be willing, we can give you a ride offworld and into the next planet that might be in your itinerary."
@Corbeau
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