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MIND you? I want to join you! I have an unholy and abiding love of S’mores.
They’re not just headcanons, I’m gonna get them up into a Final Boss Form on AO3 at some point. I think.
I’m just deciding if I should end the Kes/Shara story at the point where it is, which is that they’ve decided not to kill each other, or if I should actually do an epilogue where there’s Poe. I mean, I’m in this deep already, right?
I was congratulating myself about managing to have a story not involve social media or music at all but then I made myself super sad about it being one-dimensional. I don’t really Art but maybe if I can get myself together I’ll make myself an embroidery thing to be a section break.
Kes pulled out a scrap of flimsi when they got to the market, and Shara peered over at the spiky, cryptic writing. “A shopping list?” she said.
He grinned a little sheepishly. “Norasol had planned to come along,” he said, “but she was nice enough when I told her I wanted to go with you instead that she just sent me with a list.”
Most of the things on the list were things that Shara had never even heard of, herbs and plants and things, and Kes gave the market stalls a thin-lipped once-over. “The weather shifted to autumn,” he said. “I wasn’t paying attention. Most of this stuff’s gone out of season now.”
“Out of season,” Shara said, trying to parse what that meant.
“Yeah,” he said, and only after a moment did he slide her a glance. “Because the plants only grow in the summer.”
Shara had never really considered this before. “Oh,” she said. “And it’s autumn now.”
I had already made Yavin 4 a very farm-y society so it seemed to me that must be Kes’s people; for contrast, then, Shara is a spacer, born and raised on ships and space stations, and has never lived on a planet long enough to know what a season is.
MIND you? I want to join you! I have an unholy and abiding love of S’mores.
They’re not just headcanons, I’m gonna get them up into a Final Boss Form on AO3 at some point. I think.
I’m just deciding if I should end the Kes/Shara story at the point where it is, which is that they’ve decided not to kill each other, or if I should actually do an epilogue where there’s Poe. I mean, I’m in this deep already, right?
I was congratulating myself about managing to have a story not involve social media or music at all but then I made myself super sad about it being one-dimensional. I don’t really Art but maybe if I can get myself together I’ll make myself an embroidery thing to be a section break.
Kes pulled out a scrap of flimsi when they got to the market, and Shara peered over at the spiky, cryptic writing. “A shopping list?” she said.
He grinned a little sheepishly. “Norasol had planned to come along,” he said, “but she was nice enough when I told her I wanted to go with you instead that she just sent me with a list.”
Most of the things on the list were things that Shara had never even heard of, herbs and plants and things, and Kes gave the market stalls a thin-lipped once-over. “The weather shifted to autumn,” he said. “I wasn’t paying attention. Most of this stuff’s gone out of season now.”
“Out of season,” Shara said, trying to parse what that meant.
“Yeah,” he said, and only after a moment did he slide her a glance. “Because the plants only grow in the summer.”
Shara had never really considered this before. “Oh,” she said. “And it’s autumn now.”
I had already made Yavin 4 a very farm-y society so it seemed to me that must be Kes’s people; for contrast, then, Shara is a spacer, born and raised on ships and space stations, and has never lived on a planet long enough to know what a season is.
