ᅠᅠᅠᅠ* 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 !

chasing a misbehaving pit droid around the hangar.

what— no! no way.

like what, master? ( 😏 )

😏.

estrid bit her tongue, setting her tools aside, and hauled herself up from under the slightly smoking speeder. she could never be frustrated for long; every lesson her master gave was born from a place of care, a desire to see her succeed. “i've been practicing with rex.”

tiny huff, wiping oiled hands on the tops of her overalls. “i have to make mistakes to learn. you said so yourself master, you won't always be here to help me.”

“ you're hovering again, master. ” grease smudged face emerges, fixing him a pointed look. “ i can sense your unease. ”

clink! clink! clink! she's tinkering again—what's new?

/. mmm the star wars itch is back !!

( she's quick to hurry after him, robes dragging a little; they still didn't fit her right. ) where is it we're going master?

( glee stretches across her face, eyes brightening. ) really?

tsk, i can't win with you master. ( but the smile on her lips suggests she's not frustrated at all. ) first, you tell me to focus but now you miss the chaos?

you thought i was dead..?

munching on a blue macaron.

the apprentice whined, expression half pleading as she got up from the ground——dusting off her robes. “really? classified? c’mon, master! your secrets safe with me.” the padawan grinned.

her smile widens, giving a respectful little bow of her head. “master plo was called for an urgent relief mission in the outer rim, so i guess the schedules open now.” estrid shrugged. “how was it, master?”

the soft hiss of the hatch opening finally prompted her to sit up a little, elbows digging into the ground as gaze focused on the distant ship; corners of her lips twitching upwards. finally..

staring at the night sky, enjoying the brief period of calm.