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"Come, Lady Kryze," the Chief Baron extended his hand to Bo, "We must celebrate this joyous new alliance that we have formed."
She nodded, attempting to centre herself after the brief, emotionally charged exchange with Din. As she did so, Chief Baron rose to address her.
"With the trial now behind us, it's crucial we lay the groundwork for a strong alliance between Mandalore and New Ming Po. Our people have witnessed the honour and integrity of a true Mandalorian warrior today, and we are eager to move forward."
Bo nodded in acknowledgement. "Chief Baron, my council and I are equally committed to this alliance. I'm glad that we can finally put the past behind us."
The Chief Baron glanced around the platform as they made their way down the pathway and to the snowy battlefield, making eye contact with each council member, ensuring he spoke for them all when he replied, "Our past did not come with a good start, and it did not improve for many years. But today, we may just be able to change history thanks to your warrior." He turned to face the battlefield then.
Bo's gaze drifted momentarily to Din coming their way, "Stability and honour will be the bedrock of our alliance. Let's ensure we build something both our peoples can be proud of."
As they walked, Din and Grogu intersected their path, on the other side, her council was approaching their way too. The little green child, held securely in Din's embrace, curiously eyed Chief Baron before he began babbling something to her, making her smile. She lifted a finger for him to hold, and his little talons grasped onto her index finger like his life depended on it. She smiled before turning to Din.
"I believe congratulations for you must be arranged, Din," Bo said to him proudly.
He nodded, "Just doing my job, my Lady."
"Din Djarin," The Chief walked up to him, she could see his kind eyes boring to Din, " you have proven your honour and respect to our people, and for that, we thank you."
He gave him a warrior salute, placing his fist on his chest, "The honour is all mine, Chief," he respectfully said, "I am glad that you agreed to the new term of this trial."
The Chief hummed, "Well, you made quite a compelling speech and argument back there, how can I refuse?" he said as if pointing out the truth, "I can see why your leader chose you to fight." Then he turned to the lady beside Din, "And why she was willing to vouch for you."
She warmly smiled, "I'm just telling the truth."
"What were you doing in these areas, Omera? You were supposed to be in the Winter Farms."
"Oh, I am," she said, "But when I heard that there will be some kind of battle, I got a little worried and decided to come and see." Then she turned to look at Din, Bo noticed her gaze was kind towards him, "And apparently, it was him and he finished the battle before I could even see how he fights."
"You've seen me fight back at the village," he replied amusedly.
"But never a duel," She shrugged before turning to the Chief and Bo, "We were all busy fighting the Imperials when our village was attacked. So to watch him in action today will be my first time."
This woman seem nice, Bo-Katan thought. He can see why DIn allowed her to get close to him, and why Grogu seem to like her. She cannot feel this childish jealousy when there are other far more important things to do, "You have my thanks for assisting Din."
"Oh, so Din is his name," she looked at him as if offended, to which he only shrugged again, "I suppose we do have a lot to catch up on since we last met," She turned back to Bo with a warm smile, the smile she used to see in Satine all those years ago, "Lady Kryze, it's an honour to meet you. Din here just spoke highly of you and his purpose here. So, I'm glad I can be of some help."
She nodded, and the Chief Baron hummed, "Ahh, that does put things into perspective. You are quite honourable, Mandalorian."
"With all due respect, Chief. If it weren't for Lady Bo-Katan, I would never have been inspired to make this choice," Din said as if it were a fact, making Bo smile shyly at him. She hoped no one noticed how she was turning red.
"Ahh, I see. I suppose you people have moved on from your old ways, and so must we. Come then, Lady Kryze," he gestured to Bo, "We have much to talk about."
She nodded, "Of course," she gestured to her council who nodded and walked her way. She then looked to Din, "Are you coming, Din?"
He shook his head, "I am not a part of the council, I do not want to disturb your meeting. I'll be with Omera," Din mentioned softly, the weight of the helmet not hiding the subtle emotions of his voice, making Bo's heart sink a little. He then gestured to his little boy in his arms, "Grogu could use some open space to play after all these. I'll see you later?"
The fleeting touch of his fingers on her arm, as he spoke, sent an unexpected jolt of emotion through Bo-Katan. She forced a smile, nodding. "Of course, Din. Grogu deserves that. We'll catch up later."
Chief Baron, sensing the unspoken dynamics, continued down the platform and subtly shifted the conversation, "Lady Kryze, I believe our people can learn much from one another. Your ways, your honour, it's something New Ming Po can benefit from."
Bo responded, her focus momentarily pulled from Din's departing form, "And we, in turn, can learn from the peace and unity your people have fostered, Chief Baron. Let's work towards a future where both our peoples thrive."
Thanks to Din's fast duel, they managed to discuss their common grounds together before the afternoon was around the corner. There are still a couple of things to talk about, but it could wait until tomorrow.
She and the rest of her council were given a place to stay, and to her awe, a traditional Ming Po house, each for all, and just beside the main city. The houses face the mountain and white forests, making the view look as if they are in some kind of magical place. Thank goodness the place isn't too cold, or perhaps her armour did help the weather.
And their houses are cosy. It's not a two-story house, but one. Its roofs have the carvings of something of their culture it resembles the traces of the wind. They truly respect their culture, she must take note to do the same for Mandalore later on.
Everyone left for their respective houses, perhaps even staying there until the day passed.
For Bo, after she placed all her belongings beside her bed, she went outside to take some fresh air and just watched the breathtaking view. The snowy white forest with a top mountain overlooking her place is not so bad, the white snow is based on the gradient orange of the sun. It truly is a welcoming sight.
The soft haze of the sunset sun draped the Ming Po guest house in an ethereal glow. It painted long, gentle shadows upon the cobblestone pathways of New Carlac as she stepped out. The crisp air was both invigorating and introspective. It was her quiet moment, her effort to attune herself to this foreign locale.
As she rounded a courtyard corner, her eyes caught the familiar silver bear she longed to see. Din Djarin's recognizable figure approached, his silhouette unmistakable even in the shifting morning light, his hands behind his back as he was looking at the scenery of the city while walking in her direction.
"Din," She greeted him before noticing his missing little companion. The little green guy is nowhere to be seen. She turned left and right to see if she was missing a spot to look for him behind his father before finally asking, "Where's Grogu?"
After a few more steps, he is now at her side, "He's with the Ming Po children, playing in the village, Omera is watching him," he said.
"Ahh, having fun I suppose?"
"Too much, it seems," he chuckled, "So, how are you finding New Carlac?"
She offered a soft smile, "It's not as bad as when I was last here in my Death Watch days," she gestured her hand to the city, watching how some vehicles floated up and flew elsewhere, "It's a nice place."
"It is," he agreed, "They too picked up where they left off since the Empire fell and built a new one. Just like what you're doing."
"And so are you," She looked at him, wanting him to feel that he also contributed to Mandalore, which he truly did. He may not be of Mandalore or a member of the council, but he has done more for the planet than she had thought. "You did more than well on the battlefield."
He looked at her through his visors, his hand scurried to his pouch and pulled out something shiny and circular, "I was blessed by the luck of my Lady." Her eyes blinked at the sight of her token, but he still kept it.
Bo laughed, "Well, thank the force it helped. Even when you finished the battle in a few minutes."
Din walked up to her with a chuckle, "Thanks for the luck then," he stood by her side, "So….what do I do with it now?"
He's adorable, she thought. He's so devoted to Mandalore yet knows little of its traditions, "Keep it," She said, "I prefer you come back in one piece in every battle."
"Bo, I can't take something important from you," he said in protest, "It's your clan."
"Which is why I want you to keep it safe and in turn, keep coming home safely to Mandalore," she argued. "With you and Grogu on his journeys, I'd prefer that you all come safely home to Mandalore."
Din looked dumbfounded with his body froze at her response. He looked at the token for a moment then back to her, "If you insist." He slipped it back into his pouch.
She nodded, "I am," If anyone is to keep that token, it'd be none other than Din Djarin. She is confident.
"So", he turned back to look at her, "I see you've finished your council meetings."
"Mere moments ago," She sighed, "The Chief and I found some common grounds for our alliance. We give them military defences, they give us basic agricultural goods with some good deals."
"That's a good start," he said as he looked at the horizon in front of them, the sun was barely peeking from the mountains, "It's all about the strategies in politics."
"This is the way, I suppose," She sighed, it may be good for this alliance, but her head began to formulate all the paperwork and reports she must go through to make the transition and partnership work. "So, where have you been?"
"Omera gave me a tour yesterday in the Winter Farms, I think you'll find some good silks for our people," he informed her, Bo pursed her lips at the mention of the kind woman, "Grogu liked the place a lot."
"Ahh, " she hummed, "I haven't been able to take much look around the areas." After that trial, all they discussed were trades and deals. As usual. Then again, she's not sure what to see here.
"Perhaps you can visit the market there," he pointed to the town market with his chin on the left, making her see his point of view where there is a small collective with different ancient designs of building swarms, "I bet you'll find a lot more interesting things than what was first discussed in the council."
"Sounds interesting," She hummed, looking at how their culture and society have flourished since she was last here. "You've been there?"
He nodded, "Omera showed me around," she noticed him coming closer to her, "I think this place is interesting. I can see why she wanted to do her tradings here, and to advance her home farm."
She nodded, "I see."
He missed the tiny hint of jealousy in her voice, replying simply, "I can also see why your council wants you to make amends with the Ming Po, you picked a strong team," he suddenly complimented her, lifting her spirits a little on his praise as she smiled a little while looking at the horizon. "And," he added, "I found several things that might pique your interest."
She looked at him, wondering about his new search. She didn't know what to expect until the hand on his back produced several fresh blooms of different species of flowers in front of her.
Her eyes widened. She expected some strange laws he found for her to heed or dangerous territories that he wanted her to know.
But a simple bouquet of flowers?
"This," he gestured to a fiery red bloom "is the Carlac Torch, symbolizing resilience. The Ming Po believed that placing one in their homes would help bring them sustainability for their households," he explained, "And this delicate one," pointing to a white petal with a golden core, "is the Lurelia, it stands for unity. It's a tradition for Ming Po to plant one every year for their home planet."
Bo blinked, surprised. She does find the cultural significance meaning, but of all things to give her, she's still bewildered. "What's all this for?"
His gaze held a trace of earnestness as he looked back at her. "To create alliances, my Lady Kryze," he addressed her in a rather teasing way, making her frown, "it's not just about military strength. It's about understanding their land, their rivers, their plants and their culture. To win their hearts, you have to be a part of their world. Especially since you are a leader and acknowledged by the Chief himself, after so many years of bad blood."
She looked at him, dumbfounded. "All this...from flowers?"
He simply shrugged, "It's part of the strategy." There is a hint of amusement in his tone, before he sounds a little serious again, "These flowers, are Carlac's heart. Understand them, and you understand the people. The way you did for us back in the covert."
She was taken aback by his fusion of duty and what could only be described as a romantic gesture. She did remember being introduced into the tribe and doing her best to fit in the covert, it just clicked to her that that's how she was able to get along with the rest of the Children of the Watch. How they were willing to follow her, "Oh," she replied.
He then gestured to one more flower with bright yellow petals, "This one is called Sunset's Gold, it signifies wishes for the person to receive them to be happy," Bo blinked when he explained this particular flower to her before he went on with the last one, "And this one," he pointed at the last beautiful vermillion flower with the shape almost like the shape of a heart, "Is Lady's Lace," he said, "They use this for tea to share with people they care for in hopes for a long-lasting relationship."
At the mention of that last part, Bo's heart began to flutter.
A moment of silence settled between them, charged with the tension of unspoken words and emotions. Suddenly, Din offered the flowers to her, gesturing for her to take them, "Would you like to join Grogu and me later tonight? Omera said that there would be a small festival in the markets, a lot of people would be there, and it'll be good for you to understand their culture for a better alliance strategy."
Caught between the lines of formality and intimacy, Bo-Katan hesitated just a heartbeat before nodding, "Alright," she then took the flowers and examined each one of them, "After sunset?"
Din nodded, "After sunset it is," he said with a joyous tone, "We'll see you in a bit," she expected him to walk away now. She was so focused on the flower that she didn't notice the hiss of his helmet and a gentle kiss on her head.
She became stunned at the gesture after she realized what he had done, and when she turned in his direction, his helmet was already on. "See you after sunset," And at that, he left her by herself, leaving her to think of what he had done.
Bo watches him grow smaller and smaller until he vanishes behind the walls of a small traditional building.
She held the flowers in her hands, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the beautiful sight in her hands. Her fingers gently traced the delicate petals. Each bloom seemed to convey its own tale after Din informed each of its stories, every hue and fragrance evoking a world of emotion.
There was a depth to this gesture from Din Djarin that she hadn't expected, and it left her feeling... touched. A long-lost feeling that she recently recalled back thanks to him: when he first paid respect to her deceased father, when he helped her fight the Imps, when he helped her find a new home after her home was bombed to oblivion, recovering the fleet together when no one else volunteered, just so many things. Only he was able to treat her as equal, and vice versa. No one else had. A strange sensation bubbled up within her: a mix of wonder and warmth, making her smile as she looked at the flowers.
Bo was so engrossed in her thoughts of the man she had grown fond of again that she did not hear the snickering of two people behind her that caught the Mand'alore completely off guard.
"Who knew the fierce Bo-Katan had a soft spot for helmeted zealots?" Axe Woves' voice playfully echoed.
Jolted from her little bubble, Bo-Katan whipped around, her face lighting up in surprise. There, behind a Ming Po ornamental green stone, stood Axe with his trademark grin, and right next to him, Koska Reeves, her blue eyes dancing with mischief.
"And here I thought it would take more than some pretty flowers to get through to our fearless leader," Koska chimed in, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
"How long have you been spying on me?" she groaned, feeling rather embarrassed that she was caught in her tender moments.
"Long enough to see him explaining the meaning of each of those flowers, my Lady," Axe pointed at the flowers in her hands with his chin. Bo automatically put the hand with the flowers down, holding her gifts tightly. "I think that last one was a declaration of something from the heart."
"I think so too," Koska crossed her arms and still looked at her in a rather teasing gesture. "I have to admit, for a man of few words, Din sure knows how to be smooth."
Bo-Katan felt her cheeks redden. "Always lurking in the shadows, aren't you two?" she retorted, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Axe, clearly enjoying the situation, added with a wink, "Those rosy cheeks of yours? Shining brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine. That'll be the first I've seen you like this."
Suppressing a giggle, Koska teased, "If this is how we're forging alliances now, I might have to take up botany."
Still flustered, but not to be outdone, Bo-Katan warned, "One more word, and I'll reassign you both to flower duty in the capital."
Axe feigned a gasp. "Could you imagine? Koska Reeves, the galaxy's most feared... florist?" He earned a shove on his arm from Koska.
Laughter permeated the space around them, a testament to the bond they all shared. But Bo's mind still got back to Din, her heart was beating rapidly. All this simple domestic activity that she's going to do with him, it's all so foreign to her. She's as timid as a newborn fawn.
But one thing is for certain, she can't wait to go with him.
She was still processing the idea of going out with Din and his boy to a peaceful celebration when she felt a firm hand grip her forearm. She turned to see Koska, who wore a gleaming grin that was all too familiar.
"Since you're going to the festivals," Koska said with a playful wink before Bo-Katan could even respond, she continued, "You're not thinking of going in your armour, are you?"
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Bo-Katan replied, defensively, albeit with a hint of amusement.
"Absolutely not! It's very... you," Koska replied, her eyes twinkling. "My friend, if you're going out on a date with that zealot, you're going to have to do better than this."
Before Bo-Katan could react, Koska was dragging her towards their guest areas, where a couple of vendors in tents set up their own tents. Perhaps it's a place where these merchants turned nomads, selling here and there. And once they found foreigners like her, they'd open their business nearby.
Pretty smart.
She could've admired each one of them if Koska wasn't pulling too hard, "Koska, slow down!"
"How can you not be a little worried that you don't have enough time?" She turned back to her in annoyance, "He said he'll come to get you again in the evening, well, it's sundown. You better be prepared fast!"
She sighed, there's no point in arguing with her once her mind's made up. She's stubborn like nearly every Mandalorian.
So the Mand'alore allowed her to drag her all the way until they arrived in a rather ecstatic-looking tent, which clearly, had a fashion taste.
"While you were speaking with the Chief, one of the council member guides told me about this place when they were taking us here," She said, "Axe wanted a place to eat snacks, and he pointed here."
"I shouldn't be surprised by now," she pulled her lips in an unamused way, it's always Axe giving out some strange behaviours while they are on missions.
Bo-Katan glanced around, taking in the fine Ming Po garments on display. They were a world away from the armour she was so used to, clearly, they knew less about war than they did. The idea of even having a domestic life is so far-fetched. "Since when did you have an eye for fashion?"
Koska merely winked before turning to several clothes in line and clawing each and every one of them. "Since we left with Axe," she said, "We were just guns for hire, so window shopping became my thing. I think I should start doing that again. Now that we're doing this, it's a nice getaway from politics."
"Once you finish your tasks, I can give you that," She crossed her arms and watched the girl amusedly as she furiously looked for what she was searching for.
"I'll hold onto you for that," her muffled voice can be heard through the lines of clothes as she picked out a dress from one of the racks, a beautiful ensemble that captured the essence of Ming Po culture. Deep blues mixed with shimmering silvers in an intricate pattern. "Try this," Koska said, thrusting it into Bo-Katan's hands. "Blue is our colour, it's definitely you."
Bo-Katan stared at the garment, a mix of anticipation and nerves playing out on her face. It wasn't just about the dress; it was the idea of presenting herself differently, especially in front of Din. Taking a deep breath, she decided to humour Koska, "Alright, but if I look ridiculous, this is on you."
Koska grinned, "Trust me, he won't know what hit him."
As the sun was nearing its set, and the stars began to light the skies again, just as they did when they took back Mandalore, Din found himself in the company of Grogu and Omera in her own guest house in Winter Farm.
It is very much like her own village, except wider and filled with snow. If anything, Din felt he was in some kind of a wonderland. Perhaps it is. It is so peaceful and beautiful.
The trio sat outside Omera's dwelling, the gentle hum of the village around them providing a comforting backdrop to their conversation. It felt very much like the day when they celebrated to take back Mandalore. Now, they are here to reconnect with the Ming Po, it felt like Mandalore is really on the right path. All the signs are just there.
Speaking of signs….
From a pouch on his belt, Din produced a delicate green jade bracelet, the craftsmanship unmistakably Ming Po in origin. The bracelet was a swirl of intricate patterns, weaving together to form a depiction of the two moons that graced Carlac's sky. Small, gleaming stones – likely local gemstones – were interspersed throughout, adding a gentle sparkle to the piece.
"Kid, look at this," He held it out for Grogu to see first.
The little one reached out, tiny fingers brushing against the bracelet, his large eyes observing the details keenly. A series of approving coos and babbles emerged from him, which Din took as a positive sign. "Bru?"
"I was thinking of giving this to Bo-Katan," he confessed to his son, "I'd like to court her…..and maybe someday, she'll be your mother. What do you think?"
"Bo!" Grogu's large, expressive eyes fixed on the shimmering object. He reached out, tiny fingers brushing against the cool jade, before giving a series of approving coos. His eyes looked up to Din, gleaming with evident pleasure.
"It's a Ming Po jade bracelet, isn't it?" Omera leaned in from behind Grogu, looking at it with curiosity.
"At least that's what the store owner said," he answered, remembering the kind old woman who offered this to him at a good price, to which he tried not to. With the galaxy economy still somewhat recovering from the war, every credit counts. Din offered it for her to inspect, and the woman accepted it, "This one is by far the most important Jade here, isn't it?"
Omera nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it is. It's given as a token of deep respect and admiration here. From their religion, the jade represents the heavens, whilst the moons represent gentleness and brightness." She ran her fingers over the patterns, looking at them with admiration, "It's beautiful, Din. Lady Kryze will love it," she handed back the bracelet to Din.
"That's why I bought that," He took the bracelet and carefully placed it back into his pouch, "You sure know their way of life."
She chuckled, "Well, I've been in with the Ming Po far longer than you," she answered to him, "Winta does love their bracelets."
He nodded, "I should find some time to visit her someday."
"Sure," she said earnestly, "She can't wait to meet your child," the mother looked at Grogu lovingly, "If it weren't for her schoolwork, she'd be here too."
"All in good time," he said before turning his gaze to the hills where Bo is right now. It's almost time, and he can't wait to see her again.
"You're fond of your leader very much, aren't you?" Omera asked gently, the instinct of a mother can very much see right through him like a child.
He nodded, "I am,' he said a little nervously. Putting a mask on is equivalent to hiding his feelings, so he's not used to opening up to anyone about it. Yet here he is, "She's the very first person who made me feel this way, who makes me want to be better." his hand unconsciously went to his pouch, ensuring the item was still there. And sure enough, it is as his finger found the smooth hard surface of the jade, "I think that's what made me drawn to her, that's why I want her to have it."
"I see," she hummed, not showing any signs of negative feedback from her, "I'm certain she loves your quality too. She is lucky to have someone like you."
Din's masked face turned to the horizon, where he suddenly turned silent at her remark at the end. That's the part that got him worried. Quality is one thing, but the lineage of Mandalore? It seems very important to her people.
While he is not one of them, in a matter of speaking.
What will her people think of them being together? A leader and a foundling?
"You seem troubled," she noticed. Of course, a mother would notice.
Din sighed, glancing out towards the shimmering krill ponds that reflected the moonlight. Grogu, sensing his father's distress, crawled onto his lap, where Din began to caress his ears, "It's about Bo-Katan," he admitted, his voice carrying a weight. "There's something between us, I do not doubt our bond, but I'm not sure if it's right."
Omera sat closer to him, "What makes you doubt?"
Din hesitated for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "She's a leader, a princess of Mandalore. Her bloodline is pure, and her lineage is respected. Me? I was just found. I don't have the same heritage, and I fear what being with me might do to her status."
Omera smiled warmly at him, her dark eyes gentlen that reminded him of his mother. "Din, love isn't about titles or bloodlines. It's about connection, understanding, and trust. If you two share that, then that's all that matters."
"But the people might not see it that way," Din countered, remembering how there are still come conflicts within Mandalore between the Children of the Watch and the former Nite Owls, "She has responsibilities, and expectations to meet for her planet. I don't want to be a burden or a point of contention for her."
Omera smiled warmly, her hand reaching out to hold Din's arm. "You're giving others too much power over both of your happiness. If Bo-Katan sees something in you, if she chooses you, then trust in her judgment. You're strong, honourable, and kind, that's what a princess needs. Those qualities matter more than any title. I'm certain you both can fight for your loves."
Din looked down, mulling over Omera's words. "I just... I want what's best for her. Even if that means stepping away."
She then suddenly laughed at him, "Oh, Din. First, you gave her signs that you love her, then you doubt this relationship? You're unbelievable," she pointed out, now making him wonder if he's so dense. "Love is never simple, Din. But it's worth the risk. Talk to her, and share your fears. Communication is the key. Only by understanding each other can you find the right path forward."
Taking a deep breath, Din nodded. "Thank you, Omera. I'll consider your words."
Omera smiled, a motherly warmth in her gaze. "Whatever you choose, remember to listen to your heart. It often knows the way, even when the mind is clouded with doubt."
With a final nod, Din stood, feeling a bit lighter than before, the weight of his uncertainties eased by the wisdom and compassion of a friend.
His fingers palmed the bracelet on its patterns, "Do you think she'll like the bracelet?"
Omera met his gaze, her expression earnest. "Absolutely. Especially coming from you."
Din nodded slowly, the weight of the decision resting on his armoured shoulders. With one last glance at the bracelet and the reassuring presence of Grogu and Omera beside him, he felt a newfound determination to offer the gift to Bo-Katan and everything it symbolized.
The streets of New Carlac were alive with anticipation as preparations for the Ming Po night festival reached their peak. Lanterns hung from every possible place, filling the evening air with a soft, golden glow.
If it weren't for the floating candles, the clan of two would probably drop and
Din and Grogu were making their way to Bo-Katan's guest house, the former feeling a subtle excitement he hadn't expected, and the latter visibly animated by the promise of a night out.
As they approached the guest house, they were intercepted by Axe Woves, whose presence was pronounced by the gleaming of his armour under the lantern light.
"Well, look who it is," Axe remarked with a knowing smirk, standing firmly in Din's path. "Heading to take our Lady of Mandalore out, are we?"
Din, always one for minimal words, simply nodded. Grogu, already sensing a familiar presence, was bubbling with anticipation.
Axe leaned in slightly, his voice teasing, "She's inside, Koska has been beefing up on her for wanting to wear her usual stuff."
"I mean, she can wear whatever she wants, I don't mind," He answered.
"That's what every man who wants to court their lady would say," Axe hummed.
Before Din could muster a response, the door to Bo-Katan's guest house swung open to reveal Koska Reeves. "She's so ready," Koska announced, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she stepped aside.
Following closely on Koska's heels, Bo-Katan emerged in a Ming Po-inspired attire that nearly stunned him. Emerging from the dimly lit interior was Bo-Katan, her usual Mandalorian armour replaced by a traditional Ming Po dress. The fabric, a rich blend of blues and silvers, flowed gracefully with her every move, emphasizing her elegance.
It was clear that Koska had a hand in this, as she looked back and forth at Din and her, "So," she finally asked, "What do you think?"
Beautiful, He was too stunned to speak, and even if he could, Grogu was the first to react. He squealed with delight and leapt out of his pram, hovering in the air momentarily before Bo-Katan, instinctively and with a soft smile, caught him in her arms.
"Bo!" The kid squealed happily in her arms before burying closer to her chest.
"Hello, kid," she greeted him, stroking his fuzzy head, "Looks like someone is happy." She then turned to him.
When her green eyes landed on him, he remembered to breathe. He cleared his throat, "You look... different."
Bo-Katan smirked, holding Grogu close, "Different good or different bad?"
"Good, of course," Din replied, a hint of warmth seeping into his voice.
Beside him, Koska whispered, "You're welcome," before scurrying off to Axe's side. But he didn't pay any mind to her.
With a final teasing glance to Axe, Bo linked her arm with Din's, the other hand cradling Grogu. "Let's not keep the festival waiting."
Axe and Koska watched them leave, his smirk deepening into a knowing smile. "Enjoy the night," he called after them, pondering the evening's potential for the two Mandalorians.
The Ming Po looks largely Chinese, so I checked out some of their culture again and picked the jade.
It's midnight here, gotta sleep now.
Hope you liked it :) Night!
Claire