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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Yeah okay. The old smuggler trotted over, plopping lazily onto the ground. "I don't see why not," he grinned. "I'll play."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Han just smiled at Morra, shaking his head. "I don't see why you shouldn't stay."

Out loud. Well, the smuggler furrowed his brow for a moment before deciding why not. "Well, alright then," he murmured before pulling the book up towards him. He wasn't particular accustomed to story-telling but he saw no reason disappoint the younger pilot, and he had no doubt Lessa would listen contently. Okay.

"'Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs. Macready and three servants....'"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Ah a joiner. The old smuggler wasn't exactly social, but he wasn't going to ignore newcomers. The pine marten made his way over to his granddaughter, waving a paw in greeting to Padmé. "Name's Han Solo," he stated before gesturing to Lessa with a warm smile, "kid's name is Lessa."

[ Ah, Padmé! Awesome. ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Ah, this is really late, I'm so sorry.

Would you still have Leia to recruit Han?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The old smuggler was sitting outside, just beside the edge of the main island, brown eyes clearly lost in the clouds. It was awfully early, which the pine marten felt in his slowly-faded drowsiness, for the sun wasn't quite up yet. The only trace of light came from a small sliver of the massive ball of gas far off, at the edge of the horizon. The grass and leaves were covered in a light dew, slowly frosting over the smuggler's paws.

It was a nice morning to sit and think.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]I can if you like.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The pine marten was sitting quietly on the main island's edge, wind buffeting him back a little. He didn't care that much though. Instead he sat tinkering, and not wind or rain - well maybe rain in this case - would stop him finishing this project. It was for Lessa after all.

Brow furrowed, the smuggler adjusted the metal panels once more, wondering where he could find a ruler around here.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Here is the thread.

https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2354926.0
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Tasks. Sure, why not? The old smuggler trotted over, round ears flicking as he waved his fluffy tail in greeting. This sounded like a nice way to get a little busy. "I'll take one then," he called with a loose shrug of his shoulders.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Yeah okay. The smuggler quickly trotted over. He didn't have any special powers, but he was good in a scuffle and saw no reason to brush on up on using weapons as opposed to claws. "Sounds good to me kid."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]"Les!" God dammit. The smuggler cursed in huttese under his breath, wasting no time at all as he rushed after his granddaughter. Quickly he scooped the girl up by the scruff, pulling her back. He wrapped his tail around the girl. "Listen kid, don't get involved," he murmured. His brown eyes narrowed on all defensively.

He didn't need his son, or Morra - he didn't know that kid well enough to trust his granddaughter to her anyhow - or anyone else taking care of his kid. He took care of her first and anyone who tried taking that away from him was going to get what was coming to 'em.

[ Misty has given me power play permission.
&& mobile ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Fixing up some dens. That worked with him. The older pine marten cast his son a look before shrugging. This was going to be a tense work day but he figured having a warm, sheltered place to sleep would outweigh any family feuds for the time. "Alright," the old smuggler gave Moonkit a small smile - he knew Lessa was wearing off on him, now he was fond of children. All well, it was still awfully nice of her to ask for this task. He didn't mind helping at all.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][font=georgia]"She won't calm down with pestering," Han spoke as he trotted over, giving Morra sympathetic glance that was mixed with some annoyance - he was still a little... Protective since the first order incident - a little confused on the whole situation but fully aware Lessa was on the brink of bursting into tears.

He gave Auroradweller a look that could curdle milk. "Stop scaring her," he grumbled darkly, plopping on the ground near Kylo, trying to be a little more even height with his now tiny granddaughter. "Heya kid," he murmured, head titled slightly to the side.

[ That... Is... Adorable mist.
&& #InnerIroh ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The older pine marten nodded silently, brown eyes warm as he focused on his granddaughter, heart panging at the thought of her growing up. But it was with a smile, he reached down to touch her nose when she stepped forward. This was it. She wasn't a kit anymore. But that hardly meant she was all grown up. The old smuggler was fairly certain his heart wouldn't be able to take that day.

Yet there was this moment, here and now. His job now. Teacher. Mentor. He sure as hell hoped he wasn't going to screw this up.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Han could agree with that statement. Children were a pawful, yours or not. His son hated him, but his granddaughter was his entire world. She was everything. That didn't mean she wasn't a pawful, what with her constant energy and trouble-finding tendencies. A part of him suspected now that she was an apprentice, his apprentice, the trouble-finding might actually increase. The pine marten bit back a sigh at the thought.

"I don't think they're going anywhere," he murmured softly, sitting down beside his clanmate, a slightly amused face fixed on the kits. A part of him wish Lessa would go back to being that tiny, and go back needing someone to care for her more often. Despite a good number of dependencies, it seemed she was becoming more and more independent. Now that was a sobering thought for the smuggler, tail swishing side to the side as he thought.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]He was here, more or less, upon realizing Lessa had to do with this... Well, whatever it was. Curious, the older pine marten followed his clanmates, ear flicking as his brown eyes scanned the area thoughtfully. "I hope you're getting my granddaughter in trouble," the smuggler called gruffly with a slight smile. If anything, they were doing the opposite, as Lessa had a tendency to get herself into trouble.

[ "None of you are free from sin. Except Poe and Lessa, who are angelic beings who will never scare people."
That is a beautiful statement. ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Lessa is an angel, Han had no problem with that thought process. The pine marten snorted softly in amusement, whiskers twitching. Poe and Alexander were quite the duo. Trouble being their forte or not, he was certainly glad it was those two Lessa has decided to bond with. "Well I like you two," he commented, noticing Poe's excitement at his presence. "Just remember, that means I'll hold you accountable." His words were mostly humorous, but the gleam in his eyes spoke of a twinge of seriousness. The kid was his entire world.

Han arched a brow as Alexander found an MP3 and music started playing. Yes, those two were certainly a pair.

[ That song is perfection. ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]The pine marten didn't particular want to be a member of more than two clans, and he knew there was someone else who could take care of training of his granddaughter here - though he didn't who much to his roleplayer's maniacal amusement, but here he still was. Han flicked an ear absently as he took a quiet seat on the border, fluffy tail curling around his paws.

He didn't what to expect here, but supposed he could hope for the best. Lessa liked it here afterall.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]The main coon's nervousness reminded Han of the kid, but to an extreme he'd never seen before. His eyes flickered in confusion and concern. Was she like Lessa, just nervous always, or was there a reason? The pine marten frowned worriedly before speaking, "Han Solo; here to join I suppose."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]*Bounces into thread*
Howdy y'all. c:
Pax ! I would but for current plot reasons probably not.
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