#interactions. hané abara

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Closed Starter || Hané Abara and Jacereys Targaryen

location: baldur’s gate

hané didn’t actually mind baldur’s gate, all things considered. she missed her master more than anything in the world, but baldur’s gate was stunning, it was her speed. she had gotten in the habit of going to the market every morning, picking up things for her and her roommate. she hadn’t expected to see her friend here too.

“jace?” hané called, but she could sense it was him before she had even really stopped to check. she dropped her basket and ran into a hug to greet the other. “i’m so glad you’re okay! what have you been doing?!” she asked excitedly, looking up at him, bright-eyed.

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“daddy halsin?” hané asked with an amused smile. “it suits you very well, i think. that’s extremely kind of you to be such a strong role model for them all.” Hané didn’t know the other, but she just knew he was. “i’m hané, but people just call me hané.” she laughed. “is there anything i can do to support this cause? i worked with children where i come from, trained and taught a few of them.” she explained, her heart hoping to do something so fulfilling again.

halsin took the money with thanks and handed her a cake. "goodness, no. a loyal follower, but not the oak father himself." he couldn't help but chuckle at the other's question. "though, the children do call me daddy halsin. i'd do anything to make sure they're happy."

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closed starter || hané abara and keyleth of the ashari

“hey, keyleth?” hané asked curiously, holding two flowers in hand. “so, i’m trying to put together a little bouquet together, just a little something by the window, maybe something we, and by we i mean you, can send to slayer’s cake, and by slayer’s cake i mean vax. now, is he more of a purply, lavender and fresca vibe, or a red, rose, carnation, dianthus vibe?” she asked, holding the two options before the other while simultaneously trying her best to be a wingwoman.

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closed starter || hané abara and kit fisto

“why is it the same?” hané leaned against the doorframe of her room. her covers were still messy, she still had crystals on her window sill, plants in the corners she could fit them, the sunlight still casted a golden glaze over the messy, but quaint room.

“this is how my room looked the day the clones attacked.” she spoke, without thinking, for once, not concerned about the fact that a jedi master was standing not far from her. “it looks so peaceful…” a tear or two rolled down her eyes. “this used to be my space. after a dangerous mission, a tough day of training, or having a grilling from a master…i could come here and the world and nobody could touch me.” she was so young, was she too young? did idris make a mistake taking her on as a padawan? she was so young and nieve, thinking the world could be a good place with the jedi fighting for peace. “and it was all a lie.”

all it took was the sound of a bird outside to snap her back to reality. she wiped her eyes and tried to cover herself back up. “i’m so, so sorry, master. i lost myself for a minute there. this room just brings back a lot of memories for me. it won’t happen again, i promise.”

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Closed Starter || Hané Abara and Qui-Gon Jin

the halls of the jedi temple didn’t hurt her as much as they used to now that she had found her master. everything reminded her of him, but in the best way. she was still processing what had happened to the jedi, but it helped seeing a few of them around the temple. she was lost in her thoughts, thinking about the night the clones attacked, how life might have been if she has listened to her master, if she would have just ran.

the pond in the gardens always relaxed her. she found herself drawn to a lily, using the force to supply the plant with just a little more life, to build a better home for the frogs and fish that she could see swimming below the surface. and…a man.

she looked up, startled to see the face she’s seen in the water staring back at her for real. she stood up quickly and composed herself. it didn’t take much for her to gather that the other was a jedi master…very few jedi had such a confident air about them…it unsettled her just a little. it unsettled her more that she did not recognize the face. “master, i apologize for not seeing you earlier. it seems i was a little too lost in my own meditations. can i help you with something?” she asked curiously.

@violentdelightstheseviolentends

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“thank you very much!” hané beamed at the other’s kindness. the good energy radiated from her like a warm fire. “skirt and flowy pants sound nice.” she noted, letting her fingers skim across the fabric on the desk. “i’ve lived in these robes my whole life, or ones like it. i’m used to clothes that allow me to move….but maybe something that feels a fits the style here a bit better?” she asked, hoping to be as helpful as she could.

"Why thank you, some of the designs are mine. The others belong to the lovely lady of the house, she just doesn't work the floor much anymore." Tigris enjoyed seeing the way fashion lit up other people's face. "Oh, well you've come to the right place dear." Tigris smiled moving from behind the counter and pulling herself to sit cross legged on it. "Sage green is a beautiful color on you, it brings out your eyes." She pulled a book from beside her of cloth swatches. "Are you a dress person? skirt person or pants?" She questioned making a few notes beside the margin.

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Closed Starter || Hané Abara and Idris Pavan

it was only the ability to focus on the rhythmic drops of her tears against the tile floor that the fallen jedi was able to calm herself down at all. she felt her breathing even out, taking deep breaths, watching the hum of the city outside the window. how was she supposed to do this? without her teachers? without her master?

a coupon weeks ago she could have sworn she was being shot at by clones, only to wake in a new world where life could not be more different. and yet, the temple was here. a monument to the jedi she knew they had lost, the jedi she had witnessed die right before her.

breath, hané.

that’s what her master would tell her. he would have wanted her to do what was best for her, for her to live, even if he was gone. she didn’t know how she was supposed to do that, not when he was her main support. but she knew she had to. he had asked her to, in their last moments. the only time she disobeyed her master…her family.

she could almost feel him, just thinking about him. it made sense, thinking about him brought her sorrow, but it also brought her comfort. thinking about what he would say to her was it’s own sort of self-comfort.

the padawan was shaken from her thoughts at the footsteps resounding through the halls just outside. she sniffled, wipes her nose and eyes, if only to calm herself down enough to speak. “i’m sorry if i was crying too loud. this temple is just a lot and it beings back a lot of memories and i miss my master and-“

it felt as if the force had brought balance all around her as her eyes fell upon him.

“master?”

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how could you do this to me? - Kit for anyone Hané

hané smiled innocently. “look….i just thought it would be nice if there was a mural in the temple. something new that doesn’t remind us of death all of the time.” hané looked at her artwork on the wall, and if she were judging it, she didn’t think it was that bad. “listen, i’ll clean it up and everything. all you have to do is not tell the council…or anyone really, that i was the one that painted this…right?” she asked nervously. “please, i don’t mean to put you in this position, but i really don’t want to get in trouble.”

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think of the saddest thing that's ever happened to you. ( helaena and anyone hané )

“i was betrayed killed by the soldiers i use to fight alongside while trying to defend my dad from also being killed.” hané deadpanned. the other had asked, Hané wasn’t going to hold back. it was what it was, she hadn’t processed it all yet, but it was what it was. “why are you asking? are you a therapist?”

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“i’ll get the toppings, just sit.” Hané laughed, already up and ready to grab the toppings. she grabbed what she could find, and didn’t hesitate to put literally everything on the pancakes. “we didn’t really indulge much at the temple, so i’m really exploring a lot while i’m here in ivy cove.” she explained before taking a huge bite that was more whipped cream than it was pancake. “what about you? i’ll be honest, it’s hard to imagine the jedi without the temple, without a council. i mean…how did you find a master to teach you?” she asked curiously, hopeful and glad that the jedi had survived even after she though they had died with her.

tenel ka considered the others offer for a moment before playfully rolling her eyes and agreeing to join the other. "fine, you've twisted my arm." the red head replied, grinning widely at the other. "do we need anymore toppings though? whats your go to pancake topping?" tenel ka questioned, arching a brow at the other curiously. "i think we have some chocolate syrup in the cupboard if you're interested?" she teased, her stomach growling at the idea of chocolate covered pancakes.

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i had hoped you would never see me like this. (From Sally)

“i’ve seen way, way worse.” hané smiled. she really had, she was a jedi who had seen war. she could handle someone being a little upset. hané pulled a little plastic bag out of her tote bag and handed it to the other. “here, it’s a cannoli. i learned how to make them last week. it might help?”

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“oh, tea would be lovely, thank you.” hané smiled kindly. maybe the force wasn’t as strong with her in their new world, but she was still attuned to the feelings of others. “but i think i should be making tea for you.” she smiled sadly, getting out the mugs. “sit, sit, i’ll get the tea, and i got groceries to make dinner. what’s on your mind, dear?” she asked, busying herself with the tea and food while still listening intently.

                   at  this  point  piper  was  sure  some  god  had  to  be  fucking  with  her  ,  because  were  the  fuck  was  jason  or  hazel.  she  remembered  going  to  sleep  with  them  both  being  under  the  same  roof  as  her  and  then  she  woke  up  here  alone  in  bed.  at  this  point  she  was  getting  tired  of  being  tossed  around  emotionally.  piper  was  working  on  a  pot  of  tea  to  try  and  ease  her  nerves  when  she  heard  the  door  open  behind  her  and  someone  come  into  the  kitchen.  ‘  im  making  tea  if  you  want  some.  ‘  /  piper  &  hane  ;  @hxlcycnx

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“i’d never say no to a sweet treat, especially not when it supports a good cause.” hané smiled, handing the burly man money for a small cake. “oak father?” hané asked curiously. she had studied many religions and philosophies as a jedi. the oak father hadn’t rung any bells in the padawan’s head. “are you the oak father? you seem so fatherly to the children you look after. that was very kind of you to send them to the beach on such a nice day. i’m sure they appreciated that. if i were them, i’d go to.” she laughed before taking a bite of her dessert.

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"oak father's blessings to you!" halsin called to the next person who exited the grocery store. "care for a sweet treat? we're raising money for thaniel's friends, a children's home," he explained, gesturing to the table which had an array of cakes, brownies and bags of mixed sweets. "some of the little ones were here but," halsin shrugged, looking up at the clear sky and sun. "it's such a nice day, i sent them off to the beach instead. i know they would much prefer to spend their day there than sitting on these stools."

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hané wanted so badly to focus on the woman who so kindly greeted her, but she was so distracted. the colors and textures of the fabric drew her eye, the intricate designs, in awe of it all. “sorry, everything is just so beautiful in here.” she smiled kindly, hoping she hadn’t offended the other. “um…i kinda don’t know what i’m doing. I’ve never shopped for clothes before…obviously.” she laughed, looked down to her handmade jedi robes. “all i know is that i like this light sage green color i’m wearing and pastel colors like that. any chance you could help me find something along those lines?”

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"Come in, come in!" Tigris called out with a smile, draping a pale blue piece of fabric of her shoulder as she made her way to the front of the store. It was a small but family owned business, one that Tigris enjoyed working at. The owner let her work her designs in the back as long as she managed the till during the day. It was a fair trade to get to sewing again. "I'm Tigris, is there anything I can do to help you tonight?" She questioned in her usual sweet as caramel voice. A perfect customer service voice she mustered during her years providing under less then suitable working conditions.

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hané was finding it difficult to think one of her masters could lose their memories. she thought her masters could do anything. the jedi were mentally tough, they had meditated for years to make their minds clear and sound. she had hoped that training would have helped her old master, she supposed she was less mad at her master, and more disappointed that the magic in this world was so powerful.

“you have nothing to apologize for. i just…you’re a very important person in my life. you…you’re mentored me when i was younger. i’m mad at this stupid world for not restoring your memories to you.” she explained, trying her best to calm down. that’s what he would have wanted anyways. “i hope you know that you’re a good person. you did a lot of good in your past. we were part of a community, you and i, and you served your community well. you were the best of us.” she smiled softly, hoping to at least provide the other comfort over his memories.

Huh, that made it sound like he had been a teacher in this other life. He supposed that did make sense, he was one here after all. But then that meant that his life here was reflecting the one he couldn't remember. From what he had managed to pick up from others, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. It was something to think on, but that would need to wait until later. Right now he was more concerned about her. He didn't want to actually upset anyone, but it seemed he had done that without meaning to.

Patience did sound like him, the rest though. "I don't, and I'm sorry" he wished it was different, he wanted answers for all of this. "It isn't personal. Memories came back around the time that the mayor died, am I correct?" he asked, that was when people started acting differently. It had been odd to see. Odder still when he realised his friends were holding something back. Something important. "Mine never did. What little I do know, is from conversation".

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“oh yes, so unbecoming.” she said, overdramatizing a deep, serious voice, mocking some sort of lord that might have chided him when he was a boy. she honestly thought jace could do with a little praise now and again, but that was besides the point. “town it is. i like baldur’s gate so far, but i haven’t seen much of it either.” she shrugged, happy to find new things with her friend.

“so, are you finding that you like a little break from being a prince and expected king since being here?” she asked curiously. she knew jace would never abandon his birthright as king, he had too strong of a sense of duty. still…hané knew how freeing it could be to just be oneself. “you know i always love you, prince or not, but you just seem more…jace-y.”

laughter bubbles in his throat at her words. jacaerys targaryen. he's still not used to being referred to as such but he delights in it nonetheless. it sounds so right spoken out loud — his true name by technicality now that he's the heir apparent to the throne. velaryon or strong. what does it matter? when there's no denying the targaryen blood in his veins. “a reflection of your virtues on me, i'm sure,” jace teases right back, shying away from hané's praise. “much as you make it a challenge not to let it go to my head. i fear your praise will soon make me insufferable, and i'm told it's rather unbecoming of a future king to preen,” he continues, chuckling as she shoves him before playfully clipping her shoulder with his own in response. “well, since we're already here, let us explore the town. i find i'm eager to see all it has to offer. i've never really had the chance to walk the streets so freely back home.” such is the burden of a prince's title, after all. part of him is thankful for his anonymity here, and more so for the comfort of his friend's company in this unfamiliar new world.