#((maybeeee?))

Ahuska had never particularly been one to enjoy getting around on a speeder, but she couldn’t deny the value now. On the nights of the full moon, she couldn’t get far beyond the temple fast enough, and there was simply no better option for putting as much distance between herself and every single Jedi or Jedi-to-be as possible before the song of the moon compelled her to twist and turn and tear out of her skin. She was safer now, of course. She was disciplined. She’d proven herself to the Council, she’d proven her ability to fight through the pain and keep her mind, she’d proven the massive progress she’d made in undoing her Imperial conditioning, and this was without the Council even being properly aware of the nature of her failsafe, her bond that stretched across the galaxy and was there to fall back on, to keep her grounded, to help keep her body and mind stable if she found herself unexpectedly under duress…

But Ahuska also knew she wasn’t perfect yet. She didn’t consider herself truly free, not when she still had to fight so hard against the pain and the heavily embedded compulsion to seek and destroy any source of that pain.

And so, the wilderness of Tython was bliss.

The further she could head out, deeper into mountain or forest or sweeping plain, the more confident she could be of avoiding any accidents. The more she could enjoy simply being wild.

And already, the moon was calling to her, prickling under her skin and making her muscles feel tight and cramped. The fox was curled in her lap, his weight so slight but still a comfort, and she wondered as she often did whether he felt much of anything any more, let alone the moon’s song. He was so small. So quiet. And she knew she would try, as she did every time they went out into the wilds together, to draw him out of his shell, to find some small joy for him to engage in. A wag of his tail, a little bounce in his step, anything at all to stay her private fear that it was simply too late to ever bring him back to who he’d been. Ahuska pulled one hand back from the handlebars to rest across the fox’s back, when the speeder shuddered and made a jerking motion to one side. The fox’s ears shot up as Ahuska cried out and then swore, quickly gripping tight with both hands and attempting to steer them steady again. But the speeder was shaking, a series of small tremors, then a larger shudder, and for a moment she was fighting for control before everything turned white and the world ground to a halt.

—

Everything hurt.

The stench of blood and smoke burned through her lungs.

She hacked out a cough, tried to rise, and couldn’t work out if she had four legs or two. She twisted awkwardly on the ground, her body not moving the way it should, and there was a deep pain somewhere…

Vaugarde is a land of change, their yearly calendar isn't a fixed number of days or months. they instead use the migration of birds to calculate the passage of time, the birds signify the changing of seasons. each month is named after the birds that migrate during its time, and whether they migrate north or south, since the months are all the changing, numbering their days is impossible, and so people celebrate their birthday when the month arrives instead of a specific day in the month. a month can last a day if two flocks of birds happen to migrate one after the other, or they can even happen simultaneously.

when the king froze the entire country in time, he froze the animals as well as the people, which means the birds could not migrate anymore, and so the months wouldn't pass.

Ka Bue use a very similar calendar to the georgian one, yes I said it's boring but they're the type of people to decide that calculating a year by the rotations of the earth around the Sun is "more correct". they have 13 months, each with exactly 28 days, for a total of 364 days, with an extra 1 monthless day of celebration. every 28 years they add an extra week to the monthless celebrations for a total of 8 days.

with the Island being forgotten all the knowledge around the solar system got erased with it, so the people of Ka Bue don't remember their calendar being about the earth's rotation around the Sun, all they remember is a myth about it. the myth talks about an empress of ancient times who was so in tune with the world that her period cycle would dictate the cycle of months, and every year on her birthday her period would wait a day for the celebrations. on her 28th birthday she was to get married, and so her period waited until the entire celebration was over to resume its cycle. the monthless days are called Empress Days.

the Forgotten Island's people were most likely sailors, they had to be if they wanted to have relationships and trades with neighboring nations, therefore I think their calendars revolved around the moon, as it affects the tides (not me casually projecting Judaism on Siffrin's culture lmao).

due to the Island's extreme weather conditions, summer and winter would not often start at the same time, and the Islanders had little to no reason to keep track of the seasons as their agriculture was limited to greenhouses with controlled environments, therefore the Island's months were not linked to the seasons. the months would slowly cycle around the whole seasons, a child who was born on summer would celebrate their birthday on winter in adulthood.

credit for @morgans-dumpster for headcanoning with me for hours, the brainrot is real

I don’t exactly get this joke yet since I haven’t gotten to it yet but I find the comic it’s self funny!

Also I got wall mounts yayyy

Do I ship Wednesday and Enid? Yes

Do I only ship them because of the content I’ve seen here in tumblr? Yes

Are they canon? No