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A Cautionary Tale

There are as many tales of Mandalore’s fall 

as there are Clans that remain.

Every tale is different, every tale is the same; 

the other Kryze sister is to blame. 

A Cautionary Tale

“There’s nothing left.”

“Everything I did, I told myself Satine started it.” She kicked absentmindedly at the dirt beneath her feet, child-like. “The story was clear when I was young. Satine was the traitorous usurper who stole my birthright and destroyed my father’s legacy. But the older I get, the less I seem to know.”

She sighed, unraveling the tight pose she’d curled herself in to lean back on her hands. “Now, I don’t think it started with Satine. I don’t think it even started with my father.”

Tired green eyes turned skyward to look at the transparent domed roof of the greenhouse. “But they’ve all marched on now. None of them got what they wanted. And here I am.” 

Dried Blood in my Father’s Beskar

Kit Fisto with some nautolan crechelings in the Temple Fountains.

based on this post by @chaosgoblinhours and due credit to @spacerocksarethebestrocks for nautolan developmental stages (they start out rly small and get rlly big)