The next day was somewhat brighter.

Over lor'vrom, her father announced that there was to be a meeting between all New Mandalorians. Obviously there was some kind of argument that was important.

"I have no idea what kind of argument this might be," Her father began, "nor who is in it, but the Mand'alor says it is important, and that we must attend it. And unless we intend to argue with Jaster, which we do not, we will do as he wishes. Now, Jate'Kara, I want you to-"

"Lek, lek. I know. Babysit."

"Don't jump ahead of me!" Her father said sternly.

"Yes Buir." She mumbled.

"As I was saying, I want you to come with while someone else watches the ade."

"Kandosii! Will Bes'laar come?" She asked excitedly.

"I did say everyone, didn't I?"

"When? When will it happen? Tell me, Buir!"

"It is an argument, therefore it must be taken seriously, not in a happy manner."

"But it can be attended in a happy manner if Bes'laar is there! I haven't seen her in months!"

"It will happen today at sunset or sometime around then. We gather at the old camp east of here."

Jate'Kara grabbed her backpack and stuffed it with the remains of her breakfast, then picked up her helmet.

"You aren't really going out there alone are you?" Her mother asked.

"Mom, I'm already supposed to have left the house three years ago. I can take care of myself. As a matter of fact, by next year I'm supposed to be married. Married! Why do you insist that I stay here anyway?"

"Well... you're our only ad. We'd get lonely." She said quietly. Her mother looked on the brink of tears.

Jate'Kara paused halfway out the door.

Great. If she cries again I'll feel guilty, and then Dad will yell again, and it'll be a nasty mess all over again like last year. Now what?

"Um..." Jate'Kara stammered. "Umm..."

Her father crossed his arms.

Then a miracle happened.

"JATE'KARA!" A voice called from outside behind her.

She whipped around, only to be tackled by her best friend.

"Jate'Kar'adika! Tal'vod!" Bes'laar screamed joyfully.

"Bes'laar! How did you get here?" Jate'Kara grinned.

"My Buire- They picked me up and brought me with so I could see you!"

"KANDOSII!" Jate'Kara exclaimed.

"I know! It's absolutely wonderful! Come on, let's go early! Everybody's coming- Your Uncle Jorbe and his family, my aunt Orar, her family, my grandparents, the Mand'alor, All the cousins and there friends, my old crush Kote and his brother, Absolutely EVERYONE will be there! What are we standing here for? Let's go! We have to see everybody and do everything, and good heavens, look at the time! It starts in only eight hours! We have to hurry!"

"Wait! It's only a mile, that takes-"

"Half an hour of precious time! Let's go!"

Jate'Kara allowed herself to be dragged at a sprint by her best friend Bes'laar.

I forgot how much she talked. Jate'Kara thought happily.

Bes'laar was definitely an social kind of person.

The sprint was only fifteen minutes, and the camp was already being set up.

"We're here." Bes'laar gasped.

Jate'Kara had no breathe left to talk with and did not reply.

Bes'laar sat down in the open field with Jate'Kara and was about to rest when her grandfather walked by. She dashed up and began to talk to him at a few hundred miles an hour.

Jate'Kara smiled and sat down.