Jan 19, 2020
𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, little legs tearing up from where he had sat (desperately attempting to meditate albeit to no avail) cross legged amongst moss & stone. “ i 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚜 on the pilots seat! “ 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒚 which escapes the red head’s lips, as freckles aplenty stretch at the lines of his smile; big, gleaming, and just as self assured as was their grandfather before, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜, he realized the sun was not just beautiful— but burning as well.
— @ilanwu the skywalkers are abt to break out of yavin iv to find a baby rancor !