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WHO: Thrawn and you?
WHERE: Event planet
WHAT: Winter shenanigans
WHEN: catch-all for January
WARNINGS: None anticipated

Village

Thrawn found the dwellings interesting; the substrate alone was remarkable. It even had a scent. He was already wary of eating anything that was on display and when there seemed to be more children among the others than there were before his caution was made practical.

Beings that were endothermic, as most humans are, may have been drawn inside so they could be nearer to the fire. But Thrawn was not. His idea of snow was a hazardous element that could blot out the senses so an unaware traveler could die from exposure half a meter from his shelter because in the driving snow he had not seen it. This softly falling rain of feathery white was new to him. Though he stood amidst the falling snow there was no steam from released breath. He also wore no extra layers in concession to the colder temperature. He simply stood with his hands clasped behind his back and head tilted to watch the silent rain of white.

Nativity Barn

...well this was mysterious. There were decorative packages that were all arranged together next to a mural. But judging from what others found when opening said packages they were made for another species entirely. One with four arms. Frowning at the word 'Thranda' woven into the garment Thrawn thought that the makers of these garments had misspelled his core name. Although why said makers would put his core name on a garment at all was a somewhat disquieting thought.

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Poe couldn't manage the cold nearly so well as Thrawn seemed to be able to, and while the enthusiasm of youth distracted him from the chill for a while, he soon found himself shivering and seeking shelter.

The impassive and unbothered figure admiring the snow slowed his steps, and Poe fixed the man with a curious look.

"...Aren't you cold?"

A young voice distracted Thrawn from his reverie. And when he looked down it was to see a human child. One whose extremities were getting colder as he watched. But in reply, Thrawn simply smiled.

"No, I am not. Colder temperatures to you feel perfectly normal to me."

"Are all your people like that, or just you?" he pressed, maybe not the most polite question, but it was asked with the earnest curiosity of a child. He hadn't seen someone of his species before, though his eyes reminded him a bit of L'ulo.

Poe folded his arms close to his body to try and retain more heat. "Are you military?" he asked, apparently full of questions.

It was a good thing that Thrawn found the curiosity amusing. They also meant this was a human from his galaxy. There were not many humans on the planet to choose from but the dark hair was a clue.

"All of them are like me." At least physically. "And yes I am a warrior." Which is not exactly what he was asked. But Thrawn noticed the shivering. He had no body heat to share but since he was not bothered by the cold he took off his mended white coat and settled it around Poe's shoulders. The boy was positively swimming in the coat but it's the best that Thrawn could do.

"Are you sure?" Poe asked, even as he pulled the coat closer with a grateful look. If the man really wasn't cold, he wasn't going to refuse it.

"Do you know my Dad, then? I can't find him, or L'ulo, or anyone from home."

"Of course. I am sorry to say it is only ceremonial attire and has no special ability to offer warmth."

Without the coat, Thrawn's arms were bare as he only had a black tank top on under it. Thrawn had clasped his hands behind his back again when he straightened.

"I...do not. I think you need not worry about it, though. I believe we will be leaving this planet before long."

"It's helping," Poe insists, looking up in wonder at Thrawn, who seems well and truly unbothered by the chill. He blows on his hands to help warm them.

"Back to Yavin 4?" he asks hopefully.

By now, Altair had had it explained to him that this was no slave settlement.

That did not make the child any less nervous though. A rule of life he'd learned very early on was that when things seemed peaceful, they were definitely not going to stay that way, and very rarely did peace last long. From his family, to harder work, to just about anything else. Life was never kind enough to just remain calm.

As evidenced when he was distracted by the falling snow and crashed right into someone- stumbling back and losing balance, ending up on his back. The snow broke most of his fall, but the shock made him yelp.

Looking up at the man he'd crashed into--

That was a Chiss. That was a Chiss.

A look of fear came over his face, and he immediately tried to curl in on himself, "I'm sorry -!"

The feeling of a gentle collision against his knees broke Thrawn's reverie. He looked down and saw the child as he yelped and tried to curl in on himself. It took Thrawn a moment to realize that this was a Chiss child. One that was used to being afraid of older beings. It was therefore likely that this child was used to painful repercussions.

Which meant this boy was a slave.

If that was true Thrawn did not try to crouch or further demean the boy. No pleasant fictions in trying to appear smaller and less threatening. Thrawn simply smiled down at the boy and changed out using Basic for using Cheunh.

"< It is alright. I was not paying attention. >"

He shook his head- showing that either he wasn't listening, or he didn't understand.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"

It was rather a lot of fear, even for one scared of adults. He dared a glance up, as though checking that it really was a Chiss he'd crashed into, then curled in on himself again, when he saw that it was.

It would be easy to come to the conclusion that it was his own species he feared, rather than adults in general.

Taking that to mean the boy did not understand him - though that raised the unsettling question of why the boy may not understand the language -- Thrawn was undeterred. He continued to smile and repeated himself in Basic.

"It is alright. I was not paying attention."

That at least, seemed to get through to him, and though he remained in a defensive position, he glanced up again- looking just as terrified still- obviously trying to figure out whether or not he was being lied to, and that it was not, in fact, alright.

"You're not angry...? You're not...?"

That was strange. His family had ever told him that any unfamiliar Chiss would be out to get him. But this one didn't seem- oh. Right. He probably didn't know.

Getting to his feet, he still looked skittish, ready to bolt, but at least not stuck in the same sort of fear as before, "I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I should have been paying attention."

Thrawn was often more forgiving of children and the shift in his attitude was noticeable to others who knew what he was usually like. Curious to see a Chiss child though, since that would have to mean this was someone from the population already on Agra-10. Thrawn did know one other that had blue skin, though. If it was the case then Thrawn had found a Force-wielding adult Chiss.

"You need not be so apologetic."

Thrawn looks away and up again.

"I was watching this form of 'snow'. It is beautiful but strangely haunting. I think I actually prefer the snow that is found on Csilla."

The shift of the conversation to snow lowered his guard a little more, and though his eyes remained on Thrawn a moment longer, he eventually did look up at the falling snow. Maybe it was the fact that Thrawn didn't act like adults normally did around a lone kid that made his guard lower. He wasn't sure and had other things to ponder.

The other Chiss was right- It was kind of beautiful. Everything was quiet, peaceful. And maybe that was a little haunting.

"I've never been to Csilla. Think I've heard the name before though."

He was fairly certain it was in the Chiss Ascendancy. He didn't know a lot.

"I'm from Ziost. It's cold and snows there too. Not like this though. The air on Ziost is dry and the cold wind gets into any crack, making heating houses impossible. It's kind of awful. Snow doesn't pile up like this either. Had we been on Ziost the snow would be coming at us at an angle."

He looked back to the other Chiss, then up again, "... Is Csilla pretty?"

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"Parts of it, yes."

And in other parts, it looked like the frozen hellscape it was. Since that was the Chiss homeworld and the Ascendancies seat of power it was likely that the boy would be hearing more.

"Have you always lived on Ziost?"

"I guess that could be said of any place."

Even Ziost had its charms, maybe. He just wasn't in a place he could see them.

He held his hands out, letting the snowflakes land on his skin. Feeling the slight chill of the snow. Nothing like Ziost, though. Probably nothing like Csilla either. He couldn't even begin to imagine what life in the Ascendancy was like. And honestly, even if he'd had the chance to visit, he'd be way too scared.

"Yeah. I was born there. I grew up there. I'm still... Well. Not really right now, I guess. Slaves tend to get moved around to where they're needed a lot."

[Eli had never been around so much snow in his life. He was ecstatic. He loved the sound of the snow crunching under him and seeing his breath come up in smoke. The only thing he wished was for warmer clothes. For now he handled it best he could. Upon, spying Thrawn in the village thankfully still an adult...he scooped up a handful of snow and formed it into a ball and toss it at the unsuspecting Chiss.]

Thrawn was caught completely unaware and had a moment of looking incredibly silly as he stood straight again. It was in his hair and splattered across one of his cheeks. He brushed one hand across his face and frowned at it. Then he turned that puzzled frown on Eli.

As this is the first time he had seen snow like this it was also his first snowball fight. It's probably obvious he did not have much opportunity to learn about 'play' while growing up.

.....He didn't know what a snowball fight was?! It took a few seconds for Eli to digest this new information. While his planet was warm and not known for snow...he knew what to do. Did the Chiss not play?

"Take a handful of snow and form it into a snowball and then throw it back...." Eli shouted back. "It's called a snowball fight...."

When snow is a harsh and dangerous element no one thinks they can play with it.

Crouching, Thrawn watches Eli closely but also forms an approximate ball. When he does throw it's probably with a little too much force (look he's never done this before) though the accuracy is impeccable.

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Eli fell backwards from the sudden impact of the snowball. He knew that Thrawn would react, but hadn't expected the force behind it. He fell with an "Oof", but sat up laughing.

"That was a good one, Thrawn," he replied as he began to brush the snow off himself. He was pretty pleased that Thrawn reacted well.

Thrawn came closer and offered a hand up as he gave Eli the same puzzled frown.

"As a form of combat, this is woefully lacking. Is it meant to be a test of dexterity or agility?"

Someone doesn't get the idea of playing games for fun.

Eli appreciated Thrawn's offered hand. It kept him from loosing balance again. He couldn't help but laugh again at the comment.

"I suppose it can be a test of sorts or a strategic game...but really it's meant to be a simple game that people play for fun. It's usually children, but adults are known to participate too."

"Is making one's opponent look as silly as possible part of the objective of this game?"

Thrawn asked as he dusted some snow off of Eli's chest where his snowball had splattered.

"It can be," Eli replied. "By all means you succeeding in that. However....your expression earlier was priceless."

He took the moment of Thrawn's closeness to reach up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He blushed from his bold movement, not using to showing such display outside closed doors.

Thrawn wasn't used to it either and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in these situations. Mostly he would have little to no reaction and this time only cleared his throat.

"I admit that I was..caught offguard."

Eli wasn't expecting Thrawn to show much of a reaction and was okay with the fact. He didn't want Thrawn to get too uncomfortable and push the wrong boundaries.

"It certainly doesn't happen often." Eli teased. "Granted, I wouldn't mind going somewhere warm and trying to find warmer clothing to. This uniform isn't cutting it."

He had no body heat to share but since he was not bothered by the cold he took off his mended white coat and settled it around Eli's shoulders. It was only a ceremonial coat so it offered little in the way of warmth but it was the best Thrawn could do. Of course, that left Thrawn wearing only a black tank top but he didn't seem to mind.

"Unfortunately the heat your body makes is causing the snow on your uniform to melt. Perhaps finding dry clothing is the best course of action."

Eli simply nodded, his whole body shivering in response. He tightly wrapped the ceremonial uniform around him. Yet, he couldn't help but smile as he wore it. It was Thrawn's uniform. It smelled like him as well. At the same time he felt bad even though he knew Thrawn didn't need it..

"That's if we can even find something to replace these clothes with..." Eli pointed out.

Alderaan got snow, especially up in the mountains where the hive had been located, but Vector hadn't really let himself experience snow since he'd become one with the killiks.

Being a Joiner has made him only slightly better at withstanding extreme temperatures, therefor he'd managed to get himself some warmer clothing for his walk around the village. All the while, he held his hand out to catch snowflakes on occassion, or just tilted his head up to catch them on his cheeks.

It wasn't hard to spot the alien, and Vector took a moment to just study the Chiss, and his aura. He politely addressed the alien, "We greet you, sir."

As Thrawn was standing alone in a field of white he was fairly easy to spot. But that also meant that Thrawn could hear Vector's approach as he crunched through the snow.

He listened, then without turning his head to reply politely but aloof;

"Greetings."

Vector took no offense, since he could tell the man wasn't being rude, and Vector himself could sometimes come across as distant with how he spoke and acted. He stepped a bit closer to the other man, until he was right beside him. Now that he could see the man's eyes, he could tell that he was a Chiss.

"We don't believe we've introduced ourselves. We are Vector Hyllus."

At that Thrawn glanced to the side. It was a quick glance but despite that Thrawn was able to gather quite a bit of visual data. Vector's clothes were of a similar make to those found on Agra-10. He looked to be humanoid, adult male but not human. At least not entirely. This would not be the first time Thrawn had encountered multiple beings inhabiting the same body, so he remained polite.

"I greet you, Vector Hyllus. You may call me 'Thrawn'."

He had long ago grown used to others using only his core name.

"Ah, you are the one Eli Vanto mentioned. It is a pleasure to meet you, Thrawn."

Eli hadn't mentioned that Thrawn was a Chiss. Vector got to work with the Chiss sometimes back when he worked in diplomacy, so he can make an educated guess that 'Thrawn' is the man's core name. Many humans never bothered to make an effort to actually learn how to pronounce full Chiss names, or if they did, they still never entirely pronounced them correctly.

Thrawn's aura is interesting. It's a very cool color, not entirely surprising for a Chiss.

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TMW I've got nuthin' for backstory so I'm makin' this up as I go

Definitely happens a lot in SW fandom. When canon has nothing, make up something that fits!

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