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revivalproject2021-07-11 01:09 pm
holtfinder) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-11 01:09 pm
[Howl Mingle] Wolves Outside and They Wear Sheeps' Clothing
WHO: Everyone's invited!
WHERE: The grassy area north of the memorial at Green 19
WHAT: A Howl!
WHEN: Under the light of the full moon
WARNINGS: Please put them in TLs if they apply to your story
The area has been cleared of rocks, making it comfortable for people to sit on the grass or some of the larger boulders that were already there. The full moon shines overhead, making it bright enough to see one another. While some people would put a bonfire in the center of the ring, Moonshade is doing this the traditional way; the Wolfriders avoid fire at all costs.
That said, she's gotten someone to cook a portion of the piglet-squirrels she's hunted to share with everyone, skewered and nicely charred, enough to go around. But there's also raw meat available for anyone like her, who prefers to have theirs fresh.
Moonshade directs everyone into a rough sort of circle, standing in the middle as she waits for the late arrivals. She's dressed in her usual leathers, but there's some flowers from the greenhouse tucked into her hair, something small and purple that catches the moonlight. "Thank you all for coming. My people, the Wolfriders, hold howls regularly. We sing to the moon as our wolf-friends did even before we joined them. And we tell stories. This is how we keep our history alive. I know that I don't share a history with any of you, but I could think of no better way to learn who you all are, what Way you live by, than hearing your stories, and sharing one of my own."
Her smile turns a little wry, and she glances at Steadypaw. "But before the stories, we sing." And the wolf moves from lying down to sitting, throws his head back, and lets out a proper howl. Moonshade joins in a moment later, closing her eyes. It's an eerie harmony between them--she can't help but wonder who'll join in. Or, for that matter, who'll share a tale or two.
WHERE: The grassy area north of the memorial at Green 19
WHAT: A Howl!
WHEN: Under the light of the full moon
WARNINGS: Please put them in TLs if they apply to your story
The area has been cleared of rocks, making it comfortable for people to sit on the grass or some of the larger boulders that were already there. The full moon shines overhead, making it bright enough to see one another. While some people would put a bonfire in the center of the ring, Moonshade is doing this the traditional way; the Wolfriders avoid fire at all costs.
That said, she's gotten someone to cook a portion of the piglet-squirrels she's hunted to share with everyone, skewered and nicely charred, enough to go around. But there's also raw meat available for anyone like her, who prefers to have theirs fresh.
Moonshade directs everyone into a rough sort of circle, standing in the middle as she waits for the late arrivals. She's dressed in her usual leathers, but there's some flowers from the greenhouse tucked into her hair, something small and purple that catches the moonlight. "Thank you all for coming. My people, the Wolfriders, hold howls regularly. We sing to the moon as our wolf-friends did even before we joined them. And we tell stories. This is how we keep our history alive. I know that I don't share a history with any of you, but I could think of no better way to learn who you all are, what Way you live by, than hearing your stories, and sharing one of my own."
Her smile turns a little wry, and she glances at Steadypaw. "But before the stories, we sing." And the wolf moves from lying down to sitting, throws his head back, and lets out a proper howl. Moonshade joins in a moment later, closing her eyes. It's an eerie harmony between them--she can't help but wonder who'll join in. Or, for that matter, who'll share a tale or two.
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"Ain't that all history?" Cobb only knew bits and pieces of history. It's complicated sounds about right. "Your Mando act like ours?"
He jerks a thumb towards Din.
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He's never asked Din about it. He's actually not even sure if it's a purely personal aversion or someone other else.
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Cobb didn't know how he knew stuff about Mandalorians.
"Gotta respect that like respecting your Jedi code." He's heard some of it from Obi-Wan. Cobb doesn't agree with all of it but hey, he's trying to be respectful just like with Din.
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"Just a different interpretation of Mandalorian traditions from what I've come across before. But there's different versions of the Jedi code and all sort of group and personal interpretations, too."
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"You should tell me more about the twi'lek you know," Cobb prompts as he nudges Ezra with an elbow. "I'll tell you about mine. Another thing we've got in common."
One Mandalorian friend. One twi'lek friend. If Cobb had Force powers, they'd be a damn good reflection.
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"But she really is one of the very best. And she's worked against the Empire since basically the beginning." Despite being yes, very young at the time.
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"Issa-Or is my deputy. Been pretty inseparable since I came to Mos Pelgo. Trust her to have my back in any fight. Not a pilot but damn good shot with a pistol. And throws a mean punch." He missed her something fierce in that moment. Din was great to have around but no one could replace Issa-Or in his life.
They got each other through the hardest times of their lives. She'd be great to have here. "She's also the one that taught me Twi'lek dishes. And the best curse words."