#but anyway in the comic where the cortosis was first intreduced Padawan K'Kruhk and ObiWan are betrayed

[irrfahrer]

Continuation From Here! There was a unflattering, bellowing laughter breaking Zivs illusion of adorablness over D-Os rather sassy remark and wheezing  the Tynnan almost fell of the bench she had sat on to start her little act of wooing. Hasty she grabbed with a small paw for the edge of the bench, digging her sharp claws in the wood like a tooka would dig their claws into a cattree and muttered under her breath: “..not gonna lie, I kriffing love that little Kriffer...” Then the woman caught herself hastily, looking  up to Ben again with big eyes framed by  long, frostwhite lashes and sweetly wriggling ears:  “I mean, if it rattles your whiskers, I would also kick in your kriffing teeth. But by all kriffing means, I do not have a special-medical- education in dental care but actually midwifery, and last time I checked I am bound to a oath of not doing any kriffing harm to my kriffing patients, so this might be a kriffing darkgrey area for the sweet little Kriffer that is me.”

She kept the act up until the smuggler folded his arms and than too dramatically to be serious gasped and placed a theatralic paw on her chest: “Huh, and here I thought you would have saved some credits just for me. What a kriffing pity, my heart is broken.” she was disappointed, but had also not expected much in the first place beside messing with Ben: “ I mean, it will be kriffing healed when you carry the pot for me, but it  is still broken over the fact that I also have no kriffing credits to buy it, so yeh, its kriffing broken and I am crying on the inside for-kriffing-ever...-” the Tynnans voice trailed off and her ears turned to the side like the ears of an alerted animal a second earlier before her head followed the direction of her ears. There was a sound over the mumbling of the crowd, the beeping of droids and the shuffling of feet on the dusty ground that mixed into a permanent buzzing like from a busy beehive. A sound that remainded her of something, of something that could be her small paws grasping playfully for big claws, of something that could be warm sunlight falling into a big chamber with children, of something that should be children playing around a friendly visitor who teached them tricks with peas and three shells with soft rumbling words and endless patience, of something that she should remember and should make her feel warm and welcomed but that felt as if she was back dreaming in carbonite with her blood frozen and her mind as numb as an iceshard. It did not made her feel anything for carbonite-sickness left nothing but a black hole in her mind where this memory should make her feel save. She remembered the tricks, big claws, the knowledge, but hibernation-sickness had turned his claws cold, his voice was not gentle but monotone and the game was no fun. Ziv shuddered, automatically starting to pinch the webbing between her fingers as always when she was uncomfortable or deeply anxious.   The market around them was busy with a thausand scenttrails caused by people, animals, droids and strong sillages laying over the in the Tynnans eyes blurred outlines like glowing lines. Still Ziv noticed the small crowd that had gathered around the Botan who had sat down by a wall to play a Shell Game. Not wasting a minute Ziv panicky pushed away the cold feeling of anxiety over this strange cold hole in her memory the time frozen in carbonite had left there and instead overly enthusiastic hopped off the bench she had sat on, tidying her skirts before hooking her paw in Bens arm and pointing over where the small crowd was standing around the Botan.

”...You up for a game to get credits, pup?”

[ @kylo-wrecked ]