better to burn out than to fade away ☼ may catch-all

[hopesparks]

Who: Anakin Solo, some CR, and maybe you
What: Catch-all with open and closed prompts
When: Throughout May
Where: Throughout the Trench

Content Warnings: None yet but they will be noted in the subject lines as needed!

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[seaboard]

She cannot help it, for all her severity that time had fostered, one look at any kind of pet, and she has to attempt to befriend it. Was not always easy, that tickling scent of saltwater that followed her about did not always endear them so quickly to her, no matter her affection.

But she digs for a piece of dried fish she had purchased that morning. Offering it up with a soft murmur. "Do you want it? It is tasty? It is all yours."

[hopesparks]

The Omen looks up, its intelligent eyes looking carefully but not unkindly at the stranger. Decision made, it stands and walks over to Gilia, clearly interested in the food offered. Gently, the tusk cat takes the dried fish and chews at it with barely-concealed contentment.

A voice comes from the bushes:

"Don't be too greedy, Silva."

From the shadows of one of the trees comes a teenager, brushing leaves and dirt off of his robes. His Omen doesn't seem to care about the gentle chastisement and continues to chew on the dried fish cheerfully.

"She didn't bother you, did she?"

His Omen is generally pretty easygoing, but he's still getting used to having an Omen at all.

[seaboard]

One piece of fish becomes another and another.

And Gilia was glad to give them all.

Her own omen was nothing so grand or big, but the delicate floating creature idly floats like a living ornament, draped in Gilia's veil, tucked to hide against the back of her neck under it. Serene and painfully shy, but easy to see why: Sea-Dragons were delicate creatures with little in the way to protect themselves.

"Not at all. If anything I bothered her. I miss my Hounds from home, so I could not resist giving a treat to her."

[hopesparks]

Anakin doesn't immediately notice her Omen until it moves in a way a hair ornament wouldn't. It doesn't look exactly like anything else he's seen before. He can't help but find it interesting.

Anakin gives her a slight smile. "Silva is pretty easygoing-- I doubt you really bothered her. It looks like she really appreciated it, though."

Silva lets out a soft trill of agreement that seems contrary to her intimidating stature.

[seaboard]

"Then I am glad to give merriment."

Straightening up, she flicks out her skirts and the apron over the top of them. Arranging herself sensibly again.

"It is pleasant to meet you, and your Silva. This is Gilia, and this is my Sweeting."

She gestures to her own Omen, delicate and polite, that regards him, briefly, but then presses back to hide behind the crook of Gilia's neck again. "Please forgive her, she is very shy. No matter how I tell her she is pretty as all the flowers, she worries to show herself at all."

[hopesparks]

The way she moves and the cadence of her voice makes him think of nobility. In the Trench, however, it's hard to be sure. Cultures are so different, just like back home.

Anakin finds his manners taking over, like he's addressing one of his mother's associates. He stands a little straighter.

"My name is Anakin Solo. It's nice to meet you both."

He gives Sweeting a small smile, trying to set her at ease even a little.

[seaboard]

It's slow, but it works, his respect simple as it is, to not rush her. Little by little the creature drifts out. Idly waves of its fins to swim down to Silva, slow, discreet, as one animal would to another, to move to its side before its face, polite as its Mistress.

Then brushing the long jaw against the fur, back. Then drifting its way up again, towards Anakin himself.

Little dark eyes peering at him, then darting close, to do as it does with Gilia, curling in against the crook of his neck and nuzzle in with cool fins that softly tickle against skin.

"Sweeting. Polite, please. Have your manners."

[hopesparks]

Anakin watches Sweeting greet Silva, who takes all of the attention in stride. He didn't expect Sweeting to come over to him, much less so close, but he doesn't do anything other than watch it with curiosity.

His lips twitch as he tries not to laugh when he feels the tickle against his skin.

"For what it's worth, I don't mind."