Imagine Han-e'sain walking around Yautja Prime absolutely covered in plants and flowers from his beloved So-yin. A crown of tiger lilies and black roses on his forehead. Moonflowers and their vines wrapped around his dreadlocks. A necklace of orchids and snapdragon. Amaryllis pushed into the openings of the skulls that adorn him. He would wear them with pride, often stopping to smell them or admire them and think of her. If a yautja so much as chuckles under their breath, Ghost is right up in their face, in all his flowered anger- just daring them to say it again.
The only thing that gets Han-e'sain to part with the plants you decorate upon him are the younglings who flock around the yautja and beg for one of the flowers to wear.









