Waking the next morning Liera dragged herself out of bed and blearily made her way to the fresher she and Shiona had been sharing. After a quick shower she braided her hair and pinned it up properly so that it wouldn't get in the way before donning the new simple tunic and leggings Shiona had graciously bought for her. They were a soft brown and came with a proper waist sash in a cream color. Unlike her jedi robes the sleeves were once again close to the skin, although it didn't hamper her movement at all thankfully. Finished getting ready for the day she sat down on the floor and meditated until Shiona woke and finished her own daily morning routine.

Going downstairs to the communal eatery she smiled at Cole, Jaster, and Jango. The three had saved them seats and had already ordered Shiona some caf. Liera giggled as the female twi'lek made a pleased noise after taking a big gulp of the warm drink.

"What will you be having this morning ad'ika?" Liera looked over the menu and ordered a simple breakfast with some shig. She digs in the moment her plate is set before her and Cole gives her a pleased nod. The man always seemed worried about how thin she was but Liera knew she was healthy enough for her age. She was just small and would probably remain small for her entire life.

Jaster turned to Jango near the end of the meal and spoke in Mando'a, too complex for her to understand. Jango gaped at the man for a moment before groaning and agreeing to whatever he had been told. Jaster turned to her and gave her a small smile.

"The three of us are going to be pretty busy today, ad'ika, so Jango is going to be your cabur today." Liera knew what that word meant. Jango was going to be her protector for the day and likely also her guide since he knew the city.

"Don't work too hard, Alor." She teased lightly before looking over at Jango and smiling. "I'll be relying on you today, Jango." The boy frowned at her and looked away, feeling disgruntled but also pleased. She was beginning to realize he was a very contradictory sort.

Before they left Cole took Jango aside and suggested something quietly in Mando'a. Liera could feel the curiosity-intrigue and slight worry from both of them but they seemed to agree on something before Jango strode back over to her and offered his hand. She stared at the hand for a moment and felt a spike of embarrassment from the boy before she took it and held firm.

"Where to first?" Jango gave her a small grin.

Leaning against the reinforced fence Jango gave her an amused look as she peered over it on the tips of her toes. Inside the fenced area that smelled of pungent musk were strange six legged mammals she'd never seen before. Through the force she could sense that they were carnivorous pack animals and highly intelligent. "What are they?" She asked.

"Striile. Although in Basic they're called Strills. We use them as hunting animals. But they're pretty smart and vicious so they need someone strong and dedicated to train them." He looked at her and shrugged. "Cole thought you might be interested in seeing some of the animals we have here on Manda'yaim."

"Can we go in and interact with them?" Jango blinked at her but slowly nodded, looking a little anxious.

The breeders seemed amused by the idea and allowed them inside. As long as they stayed near the kennel and didn't venture out into the field it would be fine. Jango chose not to pet the animals. Instead he stood nearby, arms crossed, and watched her as she followed the trainer around.

Sitting on the ground with the Striile she let them come to her and allowed them to scent her. Through the force she sent out waves of calm assurance and confidence. Enough to be considered not a threat but not prey either. Once they were a little less wary of her she found herself smothered in warm bodies as they all tried to get scratches and pets from her at once. Looking up at the trainer's surprised expression she giggled. "I'm really good with animals." She said politely.

When they were finished with the Striile they went back to the inn. There she was told to change into her training clothes, which consisted of an undershirt tucked into another set of tights in dark brown, and told to get ready for combat training. Shiona didn't waste any time putting she and Jango through their paces. Apparently Jaster had agreed to allow Shiona and Cole to continue training her as long as she was with them, since a consistent schedule was important for young warriors… and jedi.

After washing up and dressing in white leggings, pale blue tunic, and soft pink waist sash Cole took her to a local clinic where they offered to help for a couple of hours. Liera would have stayed there all day if she could but Cole dragged her away for lunch back at the inn. Everyone gathered for a quick meal before the adults had to head back to doing… whatever it was they were doing. Jango sighed at his father, looking every inch the exasperated teen.

The last half of the day was spent wandering around Keldabe and looking at the wares of the vendors. Everywhere they went people immediately recognized Jango and were quick to offer their greetings. Through the force she could sense the hope just seeing Jango gave the people and she began to wonder.

At some point Jango must have noticed her lack of attention as he gently pulled her to a stop in a quiet corner. "Me'vaar?" Feeling his concern and tense wariness in the force she realized he was expecting an attack. It made sense. The last time he'd seen her so distracted someone had tried to assassinate his father.

"It's… I just don't understand why my master was so worried about me meeting Mandalorians." She confides, feeling torn and a little confused. "Is it only because I'm a jedi?" Jango's brow furrowed and his hand tightened around hers.

"There's too much bad blood between the Mando'ade and the Jetii. A long history of being on opposite sides of war." Liera nodded and kept any further thoughts about it to herself.

That night, after dinner, she asks Jaster if she can perform her lightsaber katas. The man stares at her for a moment. "I trust you not to hurt yourself or others, ad'ika. Go ahead. But I want one of us to supervise, just in case." She nodded, eager to finally reconnect properly with Guardian and Haven.

In the end both Jaster and Shiona offered to watch her go through her katas while Cole and Jango went off to do their own things.

Pulling out her lightsabers she flowed through the first opening moves of Soresu before spinning the hilts in her hand and flicking them on. It was a bit flashy looking but in all honesty it was good practice for her focus. There was a loud gasp and she stopped, looking over at Shiona in concern. The female twi'lek seemed to realize she'd distracted her and flushed in embarrassment. "I didn't know they came in that color." Liera couldn't help smiling.

"It's a very uncommon color for lightsabers. My crystals are Mephite, from the Adegan system. It's a tradition for those of my Lineage. At least… that's what Master Paldrel told me." Jaster looked up from his datapad, interest clear in the force.

"Lineage?" He asked gently.

"It's what we call the long lines of masters and padawans going back to the founders of the Order. Each Lineage has their own traditions and branches. Master Paldrel raised a padawan before me, Jervais Urduk. We refer to each other as brother-padawan and sister-padawan." She paused and thought about it. "I suppose you could consider them like family lines, only through choice and adoption rather than blood. But sometimes the force itself will intervene. Either by creating a bond between two individuals before they've even met or by sending one, or both, of them a vision." Jaster shared a look with Shiona, who just pouted at him, eyebrows raised as if to say 'see!' Although Liera didn't know what point the female twi'lek was trying to make.

For the next two days her schedule was basically the same. She got dressed, meditated, and went out into the city with Jango. Going back to the inn she would practice hand to hand with Shiona before Cole took her to another clinic where they helped out. After lunch she and Jango would wander again, the other teen taking his duty as her guard and guide quite seriously. Although she did notice him relaxing and beginning to have fun the longer they were together. Afterward they would go back to the inn for dinner and she would do her katas before bed with Cole, Shiona, or Jaster observing her.

On their last day in Keldabe Shiona told her to change into her dress, which she did. She could feel the excited buzz around the adults and shared a confused look with Jango, who just shrugged and offered her his hand again. Jaster cleared his throat and the two of them looked up at the man as he looked between their clasped hands and their faces. Surprised she felt her face heating slightly when she realized that, since it wasn't just her and Jango, she wouldn't need to hold his hand so as not to get lost. Jango seemed to realize it at the same time but stubbornly held her hand firm, ignoring the snickers of the adults.

The restaurant they went to was apparently ready for their arrival as they were taken to a nice back room with comfortable looking cushions and a low table. It reminded her of her shared room with her master. Shiona asked her to come sit next to her and Liera let go of Jango's hand almost reluctantly. He was a steady and solid rock in the force, a buffer between her and others. It was nice having him nearby to keep her from being overwhelmed. But she realized that she couldn't keep relying on the other teen.

Across from Cole, Jaster sat down and beckoned his son to sit next to him. Liera smiled at him across from her and felt Shiona's sudden amusement-curiosity-mischief. A moment later a server entered the room with the first few dishes and set them out on the table. Jango seemed to clue in to whatever this was as he exclaimed- "Skraan'ikase!" Looking to Cole the man smiled at her.

"It's a celebratory meal made up of bite sized snacks." Gathering a few pieces he placed them on a plate for her to try. Everything looked so delicate and well made she almost couldn't bring herself to eat them. But she was far too curious about their taste and in all honesty she was quite hungry.

"Cuyir val ven'ri'koor?" She heard the server ask Jaster. Across from her Jango made a choking sound and started to slap at his own chest. Alarmed she reached across the table and grabbed his other hand, sending the force through him to help him breathe and ease the pain.

"Are you alright?" The boy looked at her, wide-eyed, and quickly nodded, pulling his hand away from her as his face flushed a dark red. Feeling his embarrassment she just smiled at him reassuringly and pulled her hand away. Beside her both Cole and Jaster were quickly speaking to the server, who was looking mildly confused and giving off amusement in the force.

"N'eparavu takisit, jatne vode." The man said, giving them a short bow before leaving the room quickly. Liera got the feeling the man was trying not to laugh in front of his customers. Jaster let out a long sigh and looked at his son, who glared at him heatedly for a moment.

Thankfully that seemed to be the only upset of the evening as drinks were brought and they settled in to eat and enjoy one another's company.

Walking back through the lively city she tried to take in as much as she could and burn the memory of Keldabe into her mind. She never wanted to forget her experiences on the planet. Especially since she was certain she would never get the chance to return. A cautious-curious nudge in the force stopped her in her tracks and she spun on her heel to look through the crowded street. On the far side she saw a short Mandalorian in deep green armor. His thermal undersuit was black and there were three white triangles painted on his helmet. The moment she locked eyes with his visor she knew- he was force sensitive. Not only that but she could feel the resonance of a kyber crystal. Was he a jedi? Why was he wearing armor?

An older Mandalorian with a similar coloring stopped and placed a hand on the shorter Mandalorian's shoulder. Their helmet titled downward and she had the feeling that the two of them were conversing before the older Mandalorian looked right at her. The feeling of curiosity and wariness in the force prompted her to smile and give a polite nod. A gentle brush of gratitude and acceptance washed over her before the two of them turned and walked away. "Ad'ika?" Startled she looked up at Jaster, who was giving her a concerned look. "We called you but you didn't answer. Is something wrong?"

"I… saw another jedi. I think." The man's brows rose in surprise. "They were wearing green armor with a white symbol on the helm. I could sense the kyber crystal from a lightsaber on them." Jaster smiled.

"That would be the Kurshi'cin boy. He's about sixteen now, I believe. He used to be a jet'ika, like you." Her mouth fell open in surprise. She had never heard of a jedi leaving to become a Mandalorian before. She wondered what had pushed him to abandon the Order. Since she hadn't sensed any malice or spite in him she was certain he hadn't fallen to the dark.

"He must be very brave." She muttered. Jaster just smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.

"He is. Now come on, ad'ika. We need to gather the last of our things and ship out." With a nod she walked with Jaster and caught up to the group.

It was time to say goodbye to Mandalore.

Mando'a;

Cuyir val ven'ri'koor- Are they engaged?
Ven'ri'koor- Engaged. Mixing the words for Ven 'Future,' Riduur 'Spouse,' and Koor 'Contract.'
N'eparavu takisit, jatne vode- I am sorry if I offended you, customers.