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• 32 BBY •

Ursa would have given anything to live on Krownest forever, but Bo didn't seem so attached to Mandalore.

“If I may ask, why did you want to see Concordia?”

Bo-Katan looked at her, then smiled politely.

“Pre has told me a lot about this place. His stories are full of warriors, fighting, and freedom,” she replied, and Ursa raised an eyebrow at her calling him by name. Were they close enough for him to allow her to do that? She dismissed the thought, remembering that Bo was younger than her. He couldn't possibly be such a monster. “My dream is to become a warrior.”

“Can't you do that on Mandalore?”

“No,” she muttered, not wanting to engage in further discussion with her, though the teenager seemed interesting and could certainly teach her a lot.

[…]

“Besides, I'm Bo-Katan,” she said, then extended her hand.

“Ursa,” she said, but refused to accept her hand.

This ad'ika knew nothing of life in the Death Watch.

• YEAH, I'M WRITING STH NEW •

some young obitine moment for you:

“You are destined to be a duchess, not only by birthright, but because of your golden heart. I'm certain you will make Mandalore the greatest it has ever been. I regret that I won't be able to see it.”

“Well, maybe you can visit me?” she asked hopefully, smiling.

“I would love to, cyar'ika,” he said so quietly that only she could hear him.

“I can't wait to show you my home.”

“If you don't forget about me,” he laughed softly.