don't you worry child — open

[lavi s.]

WE BLAME THE TICK TOCK, THAT TICKS TO OUR SONG

Knowing the classic Solo luck that the scruffy mountain cat had inherited, the Jedi had gotten ill.  Unconviencing, but not fatal, and Lavi was more than glad to be back on his feet.  With curious chocolate hues, he wandered the town, letting his paws simply carry him without thought.  It was a cute town.  Peaceful.  The young Solo hummed quietly as he found himself standing upon the cobblestone bridge, jumping up onto the ledge and peering down into the water.

Not for the first time, he wished he had some family out here. His twin sister.  Grandfather.  Hell, even his kriffing father, though Lavi was not so close or fond of any of the Sith legacy.  One's family, however, could not be helped, and he knew, although a practicer of the Dark Side, he seemed to care.  Oh well.

With a soft exhale, the fem settled on the stones, curling his tail neatly over his paws.  He would simply trust in the Force for now.  Besides, it was a nice place.

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