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Satine Kryze wasn't one to worry too much. She was a pacifist and the ruler of Mandalore, if she was worried then there was a problem. Right now, it was her own sister that was worrying her. "Bo, can you please just tell me what is wrong with my daughter?"
Bo-Katan shook her head as she continued to lead Satine to her daughter's playroom. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, and there is nothing wrong with her." She corrected her sister as she opened the door to the playroom. Toys, dolls, and books floated around the room, circling around the little girl sitting in the center of the room. "She's force sensitive." She watched her little niece as she giggled at the floating mess around her. "The Jedi will come for her, won't they?"
Satine frowned thinking of being separated from her daughter. "No, I won't let them. My daughter will stay with me." Bo nodded, agreeing with her sister. Satine entered the room, gently pushing away anything that came close to her face. She knelt down by her daughter, picking her up when she reached for her. "That's my little girl." She rubbed her forehead against Odette's, making the little one year old giggle loudly. "Our little secret."
"Seekree!" Odette exclaimed in her baby babble. It was turning more and more into words as the months went on.
Satine smiled as she watched her daughter giggled to herself. Odette looked so much like her, blue eyes with bounding curls on top of her head. But unlike her pale blond, her daughter's hair was a dark, golden blond. She got up from her seat on the ground, picking Odette up with her. "Shall we get a snack?"
"Snack!" Odette shouted happily. She giggled as all of her toys fell to the ground. Satine rolled her eyes, her little girl was always making a mess.
Short and sweet. Just introducing our protagonist, Odette Kryze.