#((whoops i feels))

[daraasum]

I wish you would write a fic with more Momma Sol.

The Sol home hadn’t seen quiet since Ghenna Sol had reclaimed her old house after the bombardment with rescued, hungry children under her arms. It started small- a few children she’d found wandering the undercity, alone and hungry, brought in to feed and clothe and care for until families could be reunited. One by one, kin to the lost lambs had come to claim them. Save for one little Zabrak girl. Mizuna. Little Mizzie, Ghenna called her as she ruffled her hair affectionately. Nobody ever came for her, and finally Ghenna decided that if no family would come for her, she would be the little girl’s family. Mizzie was the first that was legally adopted into the Sol family.

The house filled up again. Children like Mizuna, whose families didn’t come for them, and who slipped under the Republic’s eye while they scampered in the undercity, looking for food and warmth, and they found them in Ghenna’s arms and around her kitchen table.

Little Mizzie was soon the oldest in the house, a second-in-command of sorts, in charge of making everyone drink their milk and brush their teeth and checking closets for boogeysith. 

Ghenna smiled every time her little Mizzie called her Momma. The girl, and the rest of the children, none of them could replace the family that Ghenna lost to the Empire, but one little lost one had given Momma Sol, as she learned to answer to, the strength to start again.