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Miran watched Nayr buy food for himself, following his lead she bought herself some of the same things as well. She placed her portions of food onto the speeder, making sure it was secure before they kept walking. Miran couldn't help but believe their fates were intertwined somehow, maybe she once knew him before she had left to train as a Jedi- it would make the most sense since she recognized him faintly. Her thoughts were interrupted by Nayr handing her a blaster, the cold metal feeling rather weird in her hands. It was heavier than a lightsaber, and holding it reminded her of the clones. She tucked the blaster into her belt and sighed softly.
"I will learn how to use one," Miran told him with a nod. At least she had something to protect herself now that wasn't her lightsaber. Perhaps she could look into getting something other than this weird smelling helmet to protect her identity next.
The loud, charming voice of a WeeQuay made her jump, turning to see him and Nayr speak. It seemed they were acquainted, the WeeQuay Hondo acting very friendly towards him, his arm wrapped around Nayr's shoulder. Miran wasn't expecting him to mention her, but it seemed this Hondo was a rather curious fellow. She nodded along with Nayr's answer to Hondo's question, flinching a little from his touch. She wasn't expecting him to wrap his other arm around her shoulder, for they had just met. Miran couldn't help but dislike Nayr speaking for her, as Hondo's offer was something she was interested in. "I might take you up on that offer later," She said after Nayr finished, smiling underneath the helmet politely at Hondo.
Miran let out a small yelp as a thief ran into her, knocking her healing shoulder and her helmet straight off her head. She went to pick her helmet back up but Hondo had beat her to it, their eyes meeting as he handed it to her- giving her face a good look. Miran froze in place, suddenly paranoid, wondering if he recognized her as a Jedi. "Thank you." She said, putting on the helmet quickly after he gave it back. Hearing Hondo's tease made her cheeks immediately burn up in embarrassment, had he insinuated that she was some sort of pretty face for Nayr? She took in a deep breath, calming herself. She knew that wasn't the reason she was with Nayr, so she had no reason to feel embarrassed. She had just never been told that she was attractive before, even if it was in a backhanded way.
Miran looked around and turned to Nayr. "You don't suppose there's a place here that would make me a more breathable mask?" She asked him, beginning to find herself annoyed with the musty smell of the helmet he had given her. If she was going to commit to this new life, she wasn't going to do so in this clunky helmet. There had to be someone she could commission on Lothal for such a thing.
"I will learn how to use one," Miran told him with a nod. At least she had something to protect herself now that wasn't her lightsaber. Perhaps she could look into getting something other than this weird smelling helmet to protect her identity next.
The loud, charming voice of a WeeQuay made her jump, turning to see him and Nayr speak. It seemed they were acquainted, the WeeQuay Hondo acting very friendly towards him, his arm wrapped around Nayr's shoulder. Miran wasn't expecting him to mention her, but it seemed this Hondo was a rather curious fellow. She nodded along with Nayr's answer to Hondo's question, flinching a little from his touch. She wasn't expecting him to wrap his other arm around her shoulder, for they had just met. Miran couldn't help but dislike Nayr speaking for her, as Hondo's offer was something she was interested in. "I might take you up on that offer later," She said after Nayr finished, smiling underneath the helmet politely at Hondo.
Miran let out a small yelp as a thief ran into her, knocking her healing shoulder and her helmet straight off her head. She went to pick her helmet back up but Hondo had beat her to it, their eyes meeting as he handed it to her- giving her face a good look. Miran froze in place, suddenly paranoid, wondering if he recognized her as a Jedi. "Thank you." She said, putting on the helmet quickly after he gave it back. Hearing Hondo's tease made her cheeks immediately burn up in embarrassment, had he insinuated that she was some sort of pretty face for Nayr? She took in a deep breath, calming herself. She knew that wasn't the reason she was with Nayr, so she had no reason to feel embarrassed. She had just never been told that she was attractive before, even if it was in a backhanded way.
Miran looked around and turned to Nayr. "You don't suppose there's a place here that would make me a more breathable mask?" She asked him, beginning to find herself annoyed with the musty smell of the helmet he had given her. If she was going to commit to this new life, she wasn't going to do so in this clunky helmet. There had to be someone she could commission on Lothal for such a thing.