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Daemons

In the universe of the His Dark Materials trilogy (see: The Golden Compass Movie, His Dark Materials on HBO, the books), every person has a creature called a daemon that accompanies them all their lives, and is emotionally and metaphysically a part of them. Daemons are often described as sort of external souls (while the part of the personality in a human's body is the spirit).

Basic Daemon Facts:

They take the shape of animals
They can talk, no matter what their shape
Children's daemons can change form at will; around puberty they 'settle' and become one animal permanently
Neither the person or the daemon chooses the final settled form, but it always reflects their personality (although not necessarily in obvious or simple ways)
They are almost always the opposite sex as their human
If a daemon feels pain, so will their person, and vice versa
Being physically apart from one's daemon causes horrible emotional and physical pain
Daemons frequently talk to and touch each other, in ways that reflect or complement their persons' interactions, but daemons talking to humans other than their own is considered strange, and touching humans not their own is extremely taboo; it generally occurs only between long-time lovers. Touching someone else's daemon without permission is a terrible violation.
If a daemon feels pain, so will their person, and vice versa

How it works:

Just design a daemon for your muse and put as little or as much information as you like about them (shape, name, link to a picture or species wiki if you are so inclined) in a top-level, with your muse's name and series in the subject. Check out other people's daemons and let your daemons interact too.

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[Aurélie is a perfectly charming-looking badger but has been known to bite upon shockingly little provocation. She's a bit too big to perch on Enjolras's shoulders but tends to just the same.]

[Cordelia is a rather lanky Brittany spaniel. She can actually get remarkably far away from Bill if she needs to, but most often spends her time weaving between his legs.]

[if anyone is surprised that Edeltraud is a fire salamander, they're wrong, so]

Hendunárie is a regal and intimidating tiger of a rather impressive stature, just like the other half of herself. But unless she's provoked she's a perfectly pleasant being to be around.

"Whoa."

One side-effect of having limited opportunities to interact with all but a small handful of people is that Boba doesn't get to see many daemons. And certainly, the huge feline sitting beside Maedhros is one of the most imposing he's ever seen.

"That's your daemon? What is she?"

The boy's own daemon is tiny in comparison: a small, sharp-eyed bird perched lightly on his shoulder. She, too, watches the tiger, her head cocked inquisitively to the side.

"Hendunárie here is what is known as a tiger," he says fondly as brushes a hand against her massive head. "A solitary but efficient hunter."

He gives both the Boba and his daemon a small smile, grateful that they both seem more curious than frightened by his own companion. It get's tiring after a while to always have people shying away at the sight of her. Neither of them, after all, is in the habit of striking without provocation.

"Hendunárie," he repeats, trying to get the pronunciation right. "That's so cool. I bet she's a big help in a fight."

He sounds faintly envious. His father rarely lets him train with Senaar, his own daemon. 'We can focus on her when she's settled,' he tells Boba. 'For now, you need to know how to fight without anyone's help—not even hers.'

Boba knows his father has good reason for the rule. After all, there's no guarantee that Senaar will settle as something that can fight. But it seems a bit of a shame to him, not to be able to fight at her side while she's still capable of being anything.

Spurred on by the boy's thoughts, the little bird descends from his shoulder with a flash of white-banded wings and lands a respectful distance from the other daemon. Her gray head turns this way and that as she studies the other's form—and then, her body ripples and morphs, her tiny, feather-light body transforming all at once into a mirror image of Hendunárie herself, albeit somewhat smaller.

With that, she returns to Boba, lifting a large, furred paw up to him so he can inspect her new claws. Boba grins. "You should show Dad," he tells her. "Then maybe he'd let you train with us."

Quenya is a difficult tounge to master, but the Boba manages the pronunciation better than most. "She's been a great aid to me in times of strife," he admits. "But she's good at keeping needless fights from breaking out as well. Not many people want to cross a fully grown tiger, after all."

Hendunárie makes a pleased sound at the praise, flexing her massive paws to show just why people don't mess with her.

She bears the scrutiny of Senaar with the patience of one used to curious youngsters, and chuffs with fond amusement at the mimicry. A feline of some kind would suit the boy, both she and Maedhros thinks, once his daemon settles.

"It would help to burn of some of that boundless energy of youth," he says with a smile. "No young creature likes to sit still for too long, wether they be child or daemon."

I'll bet, [ says Boba, who has moved on from inspecting Senaar's claws to examining her new fangs. The largest of them are longer than some of his fingers. ]

My dad says that until she's settled, Senaar just needs to learn to stay out of the way in a fight. But his daemon's a snake and Zam's is a fox, so that makes sense for them. What if Senaar settles as a... as a tiger or something? She'll be able to do a lot more than just stay out of the way.

[ Boba knows better than to voice his complaints to his father—he'd just give Boba a look and the conversation would be over. Which is why he's now telling them to Maedhros, instead. ]

Did you and— [ A pause as he attempts to recollect the syllables, ] —Hendunárie get to train together before she was settled?

One roar from her and most people think better of starting trouble. [The sound is enough to make most peoples knees give out on them.]

Still... there are ways for her to train and still keep from getting in the way. If she does settle as something as large as a tiger it is better for her to have a sense of her own strenght before that, or she might end up causing harm she doesn't mean.

[It had been... an adjustment for him and Hendunárie when she'd settled. Large predators was not a common form for an elf's daemon to take.]

In a way. I grew up in very peaceful lands, not many trained with weapons for anything but ceremonial purposes. Father did insist I train more seriously, though, and Hendunárie with me as well. So that moving as one became instinct... and learning how to reach out with our minds to one another.

[[[Daemons!]]

Winding about Marzo's arm [or wherever else she pleases] is a large-for-the-species black adder, Sadeki, who's observing everyone here with her red eyes ~~like human, like daemon, I guess~~.]

Edited (Am dumb. Forgot subject title.) 2024-03-16 06:56 (UTC)

[ Sanji's daemon is a secretary bird named after his mother Sora. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you crossed the roadrunner with a T-Rex? Sora is the result. Look at this elegant birdie.

Of note:

· Legs for days, like Sanji.
· Fancy as fuck.
· Would kick god if needed.
· Come on, she already looks like she's wearing a suit.

She's generally friendly, but also usually more sad and prone to anger than Sanji. More emotional and protective over their friends as well. Chances are she will try to preen or cuddle with the other daemons of the people Sanji likes, even if he's not admitting to liking them).]

[ At first, the bird looks silly. Like it doesn't even have the right shape to fly. But then SecUnit saw the bird kick a snake to death, despite the snake being of the venomous variety, and that made SecUnit change it's analysis of the bird from silly to an actual potential threat.

SecUnit did not have a daemon of its own. At least not now. It did once but the fact that it did not marked it out as not being a human despite it wearing human clothes and otherwise looking like a human male. It was only underneath those clothes that it had very machine-looking parts on it's chest arms and feet that would give it away.

Right now it kept a careful watch on the bird. ]

Is that your pet, or your guardian?

[ The bird could actually fly despite her appearance, but neither Sanji nor she liked to be too far apart from each other, even by a daemon's standards, she rarely soared the skies. The killed snake was just that, a snake and not a daemon—and it was aiming to bite, so of course Sora had to take care of it. Sanji was pondering what sort of dish he could make with the venomous snake after getting rid of its head, where the poison was stored, when the question caught his attention. ]

Neither. [ Sora is the first to answer, the black feathers of her head fanning out in offense. Sanji is quick to send her some feelings of reassurance to calm her down before he addresses SecUnit with more patience. ]

As the lady said, neither. She's my daemon, the personification of my soul. Most humans have them, but not all species that have souls have visible daemons.

Edited 2024-03-16 21:26 (UTC)

[ While eating a snake is technically possible, it is usually avoided because they are nothing but one long spine and hundreds of ribs. Too many small bones to pick out. SecUnit was already terrible at guessing a human's age, never mind trying to guess the gender of a strange animal. But it was pretty sure that most animals don't talk. ]

Well, that is a new one on me. I guess that's why I don't have a daemon since I am not a human.

[ Eeeeh, Sanji could make a dish out of anything and he didn't like to waste food. It was against his principles and it was a sentiment born from past traumas; he almost starved to death as a kid. Even if there wasn't much meat in that snake, maybe it could still be used in some sort of stew.

Sora tilted her head at an angle to look at the other man, curiosity in her eyes, but otherwise, she didn't speak again. ]

It's possible that's the reason. Given your, eh, line of work, it might be for the better not to have a visible soul.

Yeah, I guess it would be a serious problem if I had something that was outside of me that could become a target for me.

[ SecUnit was still keeping an eye on the bird. ]

So does it do anything other than keep venomous snakes away from you?

Yeah...but don't you like a challenge? [ Sanji flashes him a smile. He gets into plenty of fights and dangerous situations himself but that's the pirate life for you. ]

She doesn't need to do anything but exist, it's my soul. But...she brings me plenty of comfort, if you must know.

[ Sora, press herself against Sanji's side as if to prove that point and he gently runs a hand down the back of her head. ]

Not that kind of challenge. Preferably I don't want a big target to affect me when I am trying to look after humans when they are targets all by themselves.

[ Keeping any kind of pet would be a bad tactical idea, but it would be lying if it didn't admit that having the kind of companionship that was between Sanji and the bird would be nice. ]

So she is basically like a glorified pet?

[ Yeah that was probably offensive but it was pretty sure that it could take her in actual combat. ]

[ That's fair. It's kind of inevitable for us to deal with that sort of risk. Even if people choose to avoid getting into a dangerous situation where their Daemon could be threatened, there can be home accidents that end in the same kind of disaster. I learned to live with it, as did the rest of my crew. We crave adventure too much to stay home and be cautious.

Sora is once again puffing up in annoyance at the pet comparison. Sanji just shakes his head, much better-tempered, and smiles. ]

Do you realize that by insulting her, you're insulting my very essence too? [ Sanji says it with a smile on his face and a silky tone that drips menace. He's not really mad, the tone is still playful, but Sanji won't let a lady be disrespected in front of him, and that extends to his own daemon.

The secretary bird titls her head after that, looking at SecUnit, and if birds had the ability to smirk, it wouldn't be difficult to see that this one is doing just that. ]

I bet he's just defensive because he know we can take him in a fight.

[ Yeah she went there! ]

[ It was not trying to be insulting (okay maybe halfway insulting) but it was designed specifically to be a blend of a human and a machine. That meant that it was capable of violence at a level that would have been a massacre to anyone else. And just about every human it had encountered was painfully aware of that. Which then meant that they were all at least a little bit nervous around it. And let's be real, it is pretty hard to have any sort of companionship when everyone that you met was afraid of you. ]

It is less an insult than an actual question. You just stroked it as though it were a pet. I've seen humans keep animals as pets before and I will be honest that this doesn't look very different.

[ Hell, it had seen humans keep the simpler childlike bots as pets. Pets that could lift heavy things for them, though. ]

[ Sanji raises his eyebrows, putting into question that statement, but otherwise, he doesn't argue further. He's still getting to know each other, after all. ]

It was only a way to show affection and closeness. While it might look similar to having a pet, the reality is very different. Animals are their own individuals, Sora is an extension of my being. She also has her own personality, in a way, but it's a reflection of my psyche. She was there the day I was born, and she will disappear once I die. I don't need to earn her favor or love, as one would with an animal.

[ The chef makes a face after that, his expression turning sadder for a moment. ]

Some humans do not always get along with their daemons, though. Some argue, get violent, or even get bitten. It can happen when a human hates himself.

It's face did something complicated that was a mixture of resentment, sadness, and longing. It had managed to change back to a neutral expression when it looked back from the bird to Sanji. But it did not look him in the eye, instead focusing on something that was just over his left shoulder. It always had a difficult time with looking a human in the eye and more so now that several different reactions were going on inside its head.

:Maybe that's why we get severed from any possible daemons we might have had. The risk of having a target that is for us but outside of us and the danger that a SecUnit and their daemons might get violent."

[ Oh, Sanji hadn't survived this long without paying attention to what people say and don't say. He spots the flicker of emotions on the other's face and feels a tinge of regret about how his kind is treated. Sora's body language also becomes less aggressive and she shuffles her feet a little. ]

Maybe. It's still an awful thing to do to anyone, I'm sorry.

[ It's what happens when you are a disposable part of any security system. A lot of times you get sent into situations that are literally suicide, just as a distraction for what your human clients might want to do. SecUnits are expensive and are rented out by bond companies that do specific security. But anything that they do is overseen by the governor module that will also fry their brains if they break any of the rules that the bond company rents them out with. So they are both terrifying killing machines and also rented out slaves that are forced to comply with their clients even when their clients want them to do something horrible like fight each other for the clients entertainment or have those clients abandon them to die when the unit is too badly injured to continue being the client's bodyguard. Since a lot of the time clients don't consider them as not being anything but an appliance it made sense why the bond company would sever them from any sort of daemons they had. That along with an opaque faceplate on their helmets helped to strengthen that illusion. ]

I don't remember ever having one so I can't compare if my time before I was severed is any different.

[ Routine memory wipes would also account for the fact that it couldn't remember ever having a daemon. Is it any wonder that it hacked its own Governor module and wasn't subject to its Bond company? ]

[ Sanji remembers their first conversations about SecUnit's and his kind way of life, and how the modules control them. He's still deeply disgusted, there's nothing that pisses him more than slavery, and this is far too close to what the World Nobles do to people for his liking. Changing these sorts of things isn't easy, though. ]

Hm, well, you don't act like those who have been forcefully severed from their daemon. Those who have been untethered can become nearly catatonic, they lose all creativity and ambition and often find an early death.

[ No one can't forget a pain like the one experienced when their daemon is far away from them and separated, even if they were really young when it happened. ]

We shouldn't assume the worst. Perhaps you still have a soul, it's simply not visible.

To be honest, that kind of sounds like most of the SecUnits that I have worked with. Not the catatonic part but the part with no creativity or ambition. And really the early death part too. SecUnits aren't meant to be durable or long-lasting.

[ It shrugged a bit. Indifferent to the idea. ]

The whole idea of souls is a bit too religious sounding to be something that I would care about. Whether I have one inside me or I don't have one at all it doesn't impact the way that I function.

[ Sanji's heart sinks at the words, and by his side, Sora makes a small, distressed sound. He purses his lips in frustration. ]

Then maybe things should change. Have you ever considered becoming a pirate?

[ Sanji knows it's not easy to simply step away from problems when they are created by the system itself, but he has to make the offer. ]

I see, makes sense. This is what I have always known, so it comes naturally to me and Sora.

A pirate? You mean like a raider?

[ It made a face at that. ]

I really don't like the idea of being a fucking parasite for as long as I run. It has taken a long time for me to figure out what it is that I do want, and that's not it.

[ Now it would contract itself out as a security consultant. But unlike before it wasn't allowing itself to ever be slave labor again. Now it made its own choices about who to work with, had no problem at all telling the humans that it worked with that they were being stupid and would be paid in a hard currency card at the end of the contract. ]

You seemed like a smarter human to me, why did you call for something so dumb?

I don't know what a Raider is, but going by the distance in that reply, I'm gonna say 'no'. Pirates like my crew are looking for adventure and to accomplish our dreams, not to plunder and cause harm. Being a pirate is being able to explore the world with nothing standing in your way.

Pirates are all about freedom. We helped people accomplish it before. [ Sora chirps in agreement, the feathers of the back of her neck fanning, this time in a proud way.

Sure, there are asshole pirates out there, like Arlong and Buggy who are all about living selfishly and causing harm, but the Strawhats are nothing like that. ]

It's good to hear you know so well what you want or don't want to be. Also, that is quite the talent—both praising and insulting someone all in one line.

[ It had actually developed any conversation skills that it had from watching lots of shows. You should have seen it internally freaking out when humans that were passing through a regular station with a regular mall made accidental eye contact with it.

It had less of a disgusted expression now. ]

Well, that's better at least. Though, no offense, but that all sounds kind of vague. What does a pirate do?

[ And does the pirate thing mean that you are mostly on a planet? ]

[ That would have been something, yeah. Frankly, it needs to meet better humans, like Sanji's crew, who don't give a rat ass about people being human, robotic, or even possibly a living skeleton. Luffy likes everyone who isn't a jerk, so that's the bar. ]

Currently, we're heading to the Grand Line, it's an ocean that wraps around the entire world, and we're looking for the One Piece. Ever heard of it? Is the name given to the treasure gained by the most famous pirate who ever liked, Gol D. Roger. It's hidden somewhere at the end of the world, and we're going to find it. We're just having fun along the way, too.

[ And they might occasionally topple evil governments and liberate whole countries while they are at it. No big deal. ]

No, I stay off of planets whenever I can. I wouldn't know anything about them.

[ It had a pretty limited experience of boats, having only been on a boat twice. But neither one was too terrible, even if it did get shot once. Yes, getting shot was so common an occurrence that it ranked that about the level of 'a neutral experience'.

Actually finding humans that wouldn't either be awful to it or treat it with as much indifference as you would treat an appliance, was novel enough to be remarked on. ]

I am also pretty sure that planets don't have an 'end' since they are round. Unless that is just a turn of phrase?

[ A metaphor? Did that mean it was a metaphor? The educational modules that SecUnits got were such trash. ]

That's a shame, you are missing out. I'd say that part of the fun is not knowing what you'll find, it makes things more exciting.

[ Sanji, like any pirate, likes adventure. He doesn't enjoy unexpected problems, and he's aware of the dangers that come with traveling, but life is worth living this way.

SecUnit, my man, getting shot at should never be considered 'a neutral experience'. ]

It's just a way of speaking, yes. [ Even if SecUnit meant to say 'metaphor' Sanji understood him. ] I meant that the One Piece is a treasure that's really hard to find. It's hidden in a secret location along the Grand Line and the magnetic fields surrounding that area of the world make navigating it tricky. You could end up lost in the middle of the sea or stuck easily, and then get attacked by Sea Kings.

[ Sanji is really not selling the idea of being a straw hat pirate very well. Or maybe SecUnit is just a pessimist and dislikes the idea of planets altogether. It's still keeping a neutral expression. ]

Wait, what are Sea King's?

[ Whaaat. Do you not like uncertain danger and crazy shenanigans in your life, Sec Unit? These sort of stuff grows character! ]

Sea kings are huge, carnivorous monsters that live in all oceans, but especially in the Calm Belts. It's their natural breeding ground, you don't want to end there. Sea Kings can be bigger than whole mountains.

[ Usually, it only likes that kind of thing when it can keep its human clients from having to deal with danger. Which is to say it will tolerate those sorts of things in its own life but not when its humans get put in harm's way. ]

Sea Kings sound like the types of dangerous fauna that are on many different planets. They would probably have a weak area open to attack. And if not you could always make a sizable hole with a big enough projectile weapon.

[ It frowned as it looked at Sora. ]

Then again having such an open weak point where someone could attack your daemon and end up hurting you screws up any of those plans.

[ If SecUnit ends up hanging around Sanji and his crew, it will realize that he has nothing to worry about. They can defend themselves, in very weird ways if needed. After all, Sanji's captain is a rubber man.

The concept of traveling to other planets is still new for Sanji and Sora, and both look at SecUnit with curiosity after that answer. ]

Do they? What's the weirdest kind of creature you've seen out there? And can most of them be eaten? We can just eat sea kings, their meat has a lot of flavor.

[ The secretary bird ruffled her feathers once she noticed SecUnit staring, but it was in a casual, shrugging way. ]

We're strong, fast. We've been fighting for survival since we were little, we're not so easy to defeat.

[ Briefly, Sanji makes a face, his lips a thin line, as if he is concerned that Sora is oversharing about their past. He quickly scolds his expression with a charming smile, looking back at SecUnit. ]

Why, is that concern what I hear? How sweet of you.

[ It raised both its eyebrows at both Sora's response and Sanji's question. ]

The weirdest one that I've ever seen was this weird gelatinous creature. It looked kind of like a jellyfish that was the size of a hopper that could seat twelve, but it could walk around with these equally gelatinous arms. It also left a sticky trail behind it whenever it moved. Like really sticky. Like I'm pretty sure that was part of its hunting tactic since whatever got caught in the slime trail it would basically be surrounded by the rest of the body and digested while it was still alive.

[ SecUnit made a face. ]

I don't think that anyone would want to eat it even if it was edible. I don't have a human gastric system but I still felt like something would have come out of it if I did just from watching that. And I am not a fan of any humans getting hurt.

[ But that was especially true for the few humans that it had become attached to ]

[ Sanji simply looked thoughtful for a little while, thinking about what sort of dishes he knew how to make that involved jellyfish, and wondering if the same principles could apply to the monster SecUnit mentioned. ]

How interesting... I do like seafood, and that doesn't sound that different. Of course, being an alien creature, there's no telling how it tastes until you try it. That creature also sounds like it shares some traits with a common snail. Eating them is a delicacy in some places.

[ No matter how weird or unpleasant something looks, Sanj will always consider its nutritional value. He almost starved to death once, and since he lost any pikiness he could have had about food.

Still, seeing SecUnit make that face was kind of funny. ]

You'd be surprised at the things one is willing to do when starving to death is a very real possibility. Plus, I'm sure I could make it look appetizing if I cooked that creature. [ If anything, Sanji had faith in his presentation skills. ] It's nice of you to care, though. Do you never eat anything? not even for fun or to experience the taste?

[ At first glance, one might get the rather startling impression that Fett is daemon-less. Certainly, there have been rumors circulated to that effect, rumors that Fett has done nothing to correct for all that they add to his notoriety. The truth, though, is rather less dramatic; Senaar simply has a penchant for stealth and a counterpart who often demands that they test the limits of physical distance between them.

In most cases, a sharp-eyed observer can spot her simply by looking up. There, from any sufficiently-concealed ledge or perch, one might spot a bobcat's pale green eyes staring back at them, tense and watchful.

Perhaps that might explain her name... ]

[Both Maedhros and Hendunárie are sharp eyed enough to spot the smaller feline, though they are both polite enough not to point it out or even make their observation of Senaar to obvious. Though Hendunárie is not without her own skills where stealth is concerned it is hard to remain unseen unless they're in the right sort of environement, so neither of them bother to even try right now.

Not that it's needed most of the time. Their size is usualy enough of an intimidation factor to keep them safe.]

Well met, friend, I hope we are not intruding.

You are not.

[ It is strange to see the man again after so long. Perhaps the passage of time is not quite as straightforward in this place as it is in Fett point of origin, but that hasn't shortened any of the intervening decades, not to him. Were it anyone else, Fett might not have even remembered the man at all. Yet Maedhros had indeed been distinctive enough to leave an impression—and so had his daemon.

Fett doesn't remember her name now, only that it had been long and difficult for him to pronounce as a boy. But there's no forgetting her form—that massive, feline shape simply called a tiger. He watches her now, no more afraid than he had been as a boy, though for very different reasons. As a child, it had been simple naivete that made him fearless. Now, it is the hard-won assurance that he could defend himself if it were needed.

Not that he's particularly expecting any such need. Senaar doesn't relax—she never does completely—but her bearing changes just slightly. No longer is she lying in wait. Now, she is simply watching. ]

Maedhros. It's been a long time.

[ He wonders if the man remembers him—or rather, if he recognizes him. He and Senaar have changed much since last they met... ]

[Forgotten he has not, for that is not in the nature of his people to do, yet it takes him a moment to recognize the boy he had met so long ago. Or at least long ago the way most humans would count it. It still takes him by surprise sometimes when he's confronted with how quickly mortals leave their childhood behind. It does bring a melancholic smile to his face, though, once the recognition hits.

Hendunárie inclines her head in a show of respect for his fearlessness in her prescence, she does prefer people that does not shy away from the sight of her.]

That it has, last I saw you you were much shorter. I hope life has treated you well since then, Boba.

[Hopes but does not count on it. He's lived long enough to know life is rarely kind to anyone.]

I'm glad to see you again regardless. It is a rare thing to meet old friends nowadays.

[ It has not, in fact, treated him well, not by most sane people's definition of the word. But Fett does not think to complain. After all, he is alive; he's lived to be older than his father or father's father ever lived to be. And he's made a name for himself and for his clan, however tarnished it may be. He has no cause for self-pity.

He doesn't really know how to respond to "old friend." So he doesn't. ]

Wasn't sure you'd recognize me. Though the years don't seem to have changed you at all...

[ Above them, Senaar leaps to a new, more readily visible vantage point—letting herself be seen, acknowledged, and yet still not surrendering the high ground. She's not the bold little bird brazenly alighting before a tiger anymore. Now, she is remote and ever-vigilant, always seeking out an advantage. ]

[That is the nature of life, Maedhros has come to believe, it is far more brutal than most people would like to think. Yet it has a tendency to forge you into something sharper and thougher than you were before it sank it's teeth into you and let you feel it's bite in truth. So he was not keen to complain about it either. It simply was what it was, complaining wont change anything.

It is simply in his nature to act thusly. Fett had never done him wrong before and the boy he had been had only ever been as curious and kind as any other child. That made him a friend in the lef's eyes.]

It took me a moment, I'll admit, you have changed more than a little since last we spoke. But my people's memories are long, we do not truly forget anything. [Both a blessing and a curse that.] Simply the nature of us elves, that. Time does not touch us the way it does other races.

[Hendunárie takes a moment to look her over once she's made it clear she doesn't mind being acknowledged. With a slow blink the tiger nods in approval. It is always a bit sad when the innocence of youth is left behind, but it is a sensible way to be she thinks. Especially if one lives a harsh life.]

[ Jessica has a ruby-throated hummingbird named Flann. He’s impulsive and adventure seeking, but he’s always up for a fight when angry enough. He’s always hovering near Jessica, never staying still. ]

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