𝑑𝑎𝑟'𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎.

that  is  the  /only/  way  to  put  it.   [catching his breath,   he is propping himself on his elbows to look up at her—    untouched,    glorious,    powerful.   lethal as much as he was,    if not more,   but perhaps that was exactly why he was so easily drawn to her.   it didn’t matter if he was bound to bow down to her,   to be defeated;   he liked a challenge.  he gets back to his feet,   grip on the beskar handle tightening as he lifted the darksaber once more]   on  guard,   /cyare/.  

@mandoacreed   that's one way to put it.  [  her saber settles behind her effortlessly, blazing yellow lengthening from both edges as it shadows her like a phoenix.  she moved like water— lethal, most especially when turbulent. difficult to keep up with, but unlike the others, din djarin was never one to declined the opportunity a dance with her.  even if he lose.  she smiled toward him, like it was oil worsening the fire that was he. after all, sar had always enjoyed witnessing his misery, even more than she enjoyed winning against him  ] keep up,   /cyarika/.   we're just getting started.

/   meow

/⠀grabby hands 

maybe.   [a beat,  before a chuckle breaks through the modulator]   a  consort  in  court?   you  flatter  me.   and  no,  i  know—  but  she  was  a  honorable  woman.  i  would  have  still  liked  to  meet  her,  even  if  our..  perspectives  aren’t  the  same. 

@mandoacreed   [ she grabs onto his hand as they made their way up the hill ]   really?  with the pretty gowns and … /things/ on my hair?  you really see me in that?  interesting.  i  mean,  i  can  see  you  as  my  consort  in  court.  [ sar scrunches her nose,  a grin tracing her lips. ]  then  again,   judging from what i hear about what my mother was like,  i don’t think she’ll like you,  so  i  don’t  think  it  would  have  mattered.

i  still  believe  /some/  of  the  things  she  says.   [  holding an arm out for her,  he keeps climbing up the landslide  ]   i  don’t  know.  possibly  ..  i  mean,  by  blood,  you’re  more  royal  than  i’ll  ever  be.  

it's what your tin can ..  lover described you as.  

@calavity     me?  a  warrior?  whose  ass  did  you  pull  that  from?

[  gloves now slightly tainted in crimson,  din’s gaze remains fixed on her wound,  pulse steady despite her iron grasp on his forearm as he attempts to be careful as he pierces her skin with the needle ]   haalur.  [ he reminds her once again— breathe.  lips purse  &  he sews the blaster wound shut,  reaching for the bacta spray ]   you  did.  and  he  got  you  good  still.   [ unrolling her shirt,  he pulls it back down,  the back of his hand pressing against her forehead as he stood back up ]    i’m  sorry.  rest,  cyare.  

@mandoacreed  [  she obeyed, taking in a sharp inhale as she gripped the cushion of her seat as tight as her palm could close.  the contact of the needle made her flinch and wince, squeezing her eyes shut to help limit the pain but she barely managed. stitches make her vulnerable, and it was exactly what she didn’t need. ]  you are making me want to /die/,  cyar’ika… [ sar gritted her teeth, directing a death stare to him as she continued to wince. her free hand subconsciously holding his forearm, unsure whether the instict was to make him stop or assure he wouldn’t. ]  i told you i /had/ him.

do  /me/  a  favor  and  stop  moving.   [  he resumes his meticulous movements after setting his gloves aside,  needle in one hand as the other held her shirt up to keep her side exposed  ]   breathe  in  for  me.  

"passin'    through?"    the only thing out that way is the dune sea.    where're you tryin'    to go,    stranger?

@deputied      [  a  forced  smile,  molded  well  on  her  features.  deceitful  almost,  if  she  had  actually  planned  something.   sar  raised  a  hand  i   defense  ]   i’m  just  passing  through,  i  promise.   

i don't have nerves.

@calavity     [  sar  grinned,  ]   what?  am  i  hitting  a  nerve?

then drop the ..   　[ she gestured the end of her saber towards the other, ] 　whatever that is.

@mandaIors    [  a  slight  groan  as  the  child’s  weight  was  passed  to  her,  letting  calla  rest  on  her  hips  ]   oh,  i  wish.  but  i’m  not  surprised  either  considering  the  way  i  turned  out.  [  she  laughed,  turning  to  calla  who  cheered  with  her ..  ]   how  bad  are  we  talking?  was  it  a  ‘running-off-the-planet’  bad?   how  did  buir  even  manage  with  me?  better  yet,  how  did  /you/?  

mm?   [ calla was passed gently between hands,  from fallon to sar.  fallon then turned,  reaching to adjust her saber from where it was attached to her hip, ]   you were one of those children once.  do you remember?

@mandaIors     [  sar  grinned,  standing  back  up  ]    oh,  i  don’t  mind.  i’ve  dealt  with  children  who  are  worse.