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Ciryc'yaim
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Ral Aran awoke in his warm bed, thick wools and furs covered him, a hill of pillows surrounding his head. Today was a rather odd day, for once in his life since coming to Ciryc'yaim, Ral was in bed alone, having gone to bed alone the night before after arriving. For the most part, Ral wasn't a superstitious man, but there were a few traditions he honored. One of those was to sleep alone before a big day like the one he was facing, along with avoiding a few select people until the selected time. It's what his parents would have wanted, and it's what tradition demanded. On the eve of an auspicious day like the one he was about to face, Ral wasn't going to defy tradition to a people who relied on it so much. It would only invite calamity after all.0800 Hours Local Time
As he opened his eyes, Ral looked around the room noticing the mounted head of a jotunmer he hadn't spotted the night before. Studying it for a few seconds he realized that it was one of the beasts that he had faced and killed with Inga on their last hunting expedition in the wintery landscapes of Ciryc'yaim. Outside, the planet's sun shone in through the open window letting in a cool, but refreshing draft. Standing, Ral put on some basic clothes; some thick lined leather pants, a woolen shirt and leather vest. It was all very fitting with the planet's rustic theme, and all very warm. The clothes were designed to be wearable in the cold and harsh climate of Ciryc'yaim, and Ral was more than thankful for having received the fine gift from Inga.
The world had almost become a second home to him after Roon, and Ral kept telling himself he was going to make a small cabin one of these days when he finally had a month to spend out gathering the supplies for it. He wondered when that day would finally come and he resolved probably not any time soon, though he hoped that after the events of today he'd be lucky enough to get some time off.
Standing a few moments in the sunlight, warming himself up and looking out the window over the harsh and brutal landscape of Ciryc'yaim, Ral couldn't help but feel confident in his choice, and that what he was doing was the right thing. Right for his people, for their future, for Inga, and for himself. He wanted this. Deep down, Ral felt that his parents would be proud. It would finally heal the wounds of over a decade ago. Separatist and Loyalist would come together, mending the schism in a union that would hopefully change the shape of the Mandalorian clans for years to come. Today was the first day of a new era.
@Crim