- 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦.
For as long as Kasia Torelo can remember, luck and survival have gone hand-in-hand.
Kasia was only seven years old when the Empire attacked her planet. Singled out for their telep...
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Kasia had not realized how long it had been since the last time she had felt truly at peace in a place. Her last few years had been spent jumping from casino-planet to casino-planet, running from bounty hunters assigned by those she had cheated, and constantly being on red-alert.
But being in Sorgan, amongst the trees and the laughing children... it felt almost like she was back on Eulentian, helping her father in the garden or playing with the neighbor children. Somehow, despite the dark cloud that the raiders had cast over the village, it still seemed to shine brighter than any place she had visited in a while. She felt like for once that she was free to laugh without the need to constantly glance over her shoulder for lurking threats—and she found that she wanted to.
Kasia supposed it was ironic—she was currently a captured bounty rather than an available one, yet she somehow felt safer than when she was on the run, cheating people of their money to stay alive.
She was still shaking her head at the irony as she reentered her and Mando's shared room. Kasia grinned as she noticed that the child had been returned to them by the village children and was currently seated next to the Mandalorian who appeared to be messing around with his rifle. Striding through the doorway, Kasia went straight for the kid, crouching in front of him and giving him a one-armed hug in greeting. Eagerly the child returned the hug, patting her twice on the back.
Giving the child one of her fingers to clutch in his tiny hands, Kasia turned to Mando. "So, you gonna show me how to do all that awesome shit with that rifle or am I going to have to kill you and teach myself?"
"Somebody had a good walk," was the Mandalorian's only answer, avoiding her question. Still, Kasia didn't miss the beat of humor that accompanied her words.
But as she was about to respond, somebody beat her to it, "Knock, knock!" a voice rang out through their room.
"Come in," the Mandalorian replied, both him and Kasia straightening as they turned to see Omera walk through their front door, a large meal tray in hand.
On her walk, Kasia had asked a village citizen about the woman and had received three tidbits of information: first that her name was Omera, second that she was a widow, and third that she was beloved by everybody who knew her. And honestly, looking at her, Kasia could understand why.
As Omera set down the food on the table, her daughter Winta rushing into the room after her. Kasia raised an eyebrow as the two of them lingered in the doorway, Winta obviously trying to work up the courage to ask her and Mando something. Omera nodded to her daughter once, and with a deep breath Winta turned to face them.
"Can I feed him?" she asked softly, looking up at them with wide, adorable eyes.
Smiling down at the lovely child, Kasia nodded once, and when Mando failed to immediately respond, she nudged him with her right elbow. His gaze instantly shot to hers, and she could almost picture his scowl as he hesitantly muttered, "Sure."
