volitaunt: (058 - UmsihmT)
α gσσ∂ sραcε вσү ғяσм α gσσ∂ sραcε ғαмιℓү ([personal profile] volitaunt) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-06-01 04:02 am (UTC)

He can do that. He can do that with pleasure.

He starts close to home, his parents' ranch, the bantha herds and koyo orchards, the jungles beyond. Skies he memorized by heart. His father, his mother, his uncle L'ulo. Festivals, competitions. The moon races, where pilots had to circle each of the Yavini satellites before making a final lap around Yavin 4. Stargazing and meteor showers, the colony market, the annual harvest fair. It's all very mundane, really, but Poe talks with the same passion he'd use to recount the deciding lap of the Five Sabers. He's in the middle of telling her about the noisemaker he made when he was twelve to try and scare the herd into their pens faster--an adventure that ended with a broken arm and fences to fix--when he realizes they're almost at Cassian's.

"...Anyway, it didn't go well."

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