Yes Yuon Par, sorry should have been more specific. Ah, if it's not too much, her and Duras or even Laranna?
I thought this would be a quick, short thing to write. But APPARENTLY since it’s about Jedi families, it got longer than I expected and therefore is super late, sorry. I hope this is sort of what you were looking for?
I don’t think it was ever confirmed whether or not Laranna is Yuon’s daughter, but hey, that’s my headcanon so works for me! Also featuring some other headcanons about their relationships because hey, we know almost nothing.
According to the message from Master Shan, they were due to arrive any minute.
From her position in her unofficial quarters in the Senate Tower, Yuon opened her eyes. She could sense the shuttle approaching, could sense the two passengers, the two Jedi, their presences in the Force at once familiar and foreign.
That they were to rest at Coruscant, to visit her, was not entirely unexpected. After all, she had been the first to be afflicted by the plague, the first to have been shielded. She had been able to help assuage the guilt plaguing Cin Tykan when he’d first arrived, a shell of his ordinary kind self after witnessing the depths to which he had fallen while under the plague’s influence.
But while Cin was certainly an old friend, this was something else entirely.
With a quiet exhale, she gave up the pretense of meditating. Ordinarily, it was a reliable method to regain serenity, at least for her, but for the first time in a long while, her thoughts were in far too much turmoil to calm. Glimpses of the past swirled in her mind, fleeting and muddled. A planet, gone too quickly to recognize. Blue eyes, warm and passionate and as fiery as his hair. Stolen moments, too short and too few.
And seductive darkness, full of hidden temptation and alluring promises, that coated her, drew her away from her philosophy.
A knock at the door startled her out of her reverie and she looked down to find her hand balled into fists at her side. For a moment, she could only blink. The last time she had lost herself in vivid memories was so distant that she could barely recall it. Not even the recent escapades of her once padawan had discombobulated her as much.
Rising to her feet, she smoothed her hands over her robes, as much for her own comfort as to ensure her presentability.
That voice was familiar and, in spite of the situation, her lips curved into a faint smile. Even after her recovery, it had taken some time before Attros would leave her side, concerned in spite of her reassurances that the shielding has been a success. It was comforting, at least, to know that someone else could keep an eye out, just in case things went wrong.
The Mirialan entered, though with a bow of his head that was a bit more formality than was typical of their relationship. Nonetheless, he straightened up quickly, sharp eyes glancing over her as though to ensure himself of her wellbeing.
Her words were quiet but he met her gaze with a faintly guilty one, even as he turned towards the entrance and the two figures waiting in the doorway. “There are two more Jedi from Tython here to see you.”
She barely noticed his exit, preoccupied as she was by the two who quietly entered. Dressed in plain brown robes with their hoods pulled up, they might have been unrecognizable but for their twin thrums in the Force, bright and fiery and both of them familiar.
“Duras.” He looked older, more restrained, than she remembered, hardly the impulsive young man from years past, but she knew firsthand how the consequences of his actions might have affected him.
And it did nothing to lessen the slight twinkle in his eyes as met her gaze. “Yuon. Syo sends his regards.”
Around him, the Force swirled, full of quiet acknowledgement and gentle fondness, of understanding what they once had and knowing that it didn’t fit their separate lives. In response, she simply inclined her head. “Understood.”
In spite of herself, she hesitated before glancing at the other Jedi, whose face had remained impassive even though brilliant blue eyes, the same shade as Duras’, darted between them from a face that looked much more like her own. Between her archaeological expeditions and Duras’ impulsive nature, Yuon hadn’t seen the other woman outside of small glimpses since she was still an Initiate, round-faced, with all of the eagerness of her father and bright curiosity of her mother.
Jedi knighthood suited her, gave her power and strength, setting the Force ablaze around her. It was no wonder Lord Vivicar had noticed her presence.
“Laranna.” She pressed her hands together in an effort to retain her composure. “It has been quite some time.”
Shock flashed in those blue eyes, before they widened in recognition. “Indeed it has. I hope you are well, mother.”
Yuon’s mouth curved into a faint smile. There was much left to discuss, both in the effects of the plague and in the details of the past, but that. That was a good start.
