#drawgust17

Hey People! This is a drawing challenge I’m going to participate in :D For the whole month of august I’ll try to post a drawing each day based on the daily themes. It’s actually not only a drawing challenge but one for any creative field. Like, if you’re more of a singer/songwriter or a poet or like photography, you can just write something based on the theme or take pictures based on the theme, etc. It’s just a challenge for people that need a little push and motivation to do something :DDD Anyway, if you feel like participating, just hashtag it with #drawgust17

((Part of the Little by Little ‘verse, using these prompts.))

Rex set down his emptied mug. "Civilian children are weird," he announced.

  "No argument there," Kanan said, after swallowing his mouthful of beer. "A few weeks ago, after we delivered a shipment of medical supplies to their village, a little girl asked me if a monster had eaten my eyes."

  "What did you say?"

  "Nothing." Kanan shrugged. "Her father immediately apologized and dragged her away."

  "At least that one makes sense if you look at it from a certain angle," Rex grumbled. "The kid I'm thinking of, he said that I didn't have hair on my head and his baby sister didn't have hair on her head either, which meant that I was a baby and he was older than me and so I had to obey him."

  Kanan snorted in laughter, and tried to cover it up by turning it into a cough. "Was I ever that young?"

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((Part of the Little by Little 'verse, using these prompts. Set during ‘Steps into Shadow’. Canon-compliant.))

"Kanan will be proud of you."

  "Yeah? Well, he has a funny way of showing it, considering he's never around." Ezra Bridger turned and walked off.

  "Where is he, by the way?" Hondo called out. "I thought he would have been involved in planning something like this."

  The young man stopped walking, but didn't even turn his head. "He was hurt," he said curtly.

  That couldn't be it. "Not like a Jedi to let a small thing like injury take them out of the fight," Hondo said. "Why, I once knew --"

  "Knock it off," Ezra said, "just stop it. You don't know anything." He thrust his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders.

  Hondo watched him walk away. "He has indeed changed," he said to himself. "Ah, youth."

  Captain Syndulla came up to him. "Ezra doesn't like to talk about it," she quietly said, "but you might as well know, if you're going to be along with him. A few months ago, he, Kanan, and one other person went to a planet to try and deal with an issue they'd been having. They apparently succeeded, but Ahsoka --"

  "Ahsoka Tano? Togruta? With the white and blue...." He made a gesture above his head.

  She blinked. "Yes, did you know her?"

  "Of course I knew little Ahsoka!" He smiled. "Fascinating girl. Very spirited. Caused a tremendous amount of damage and lost profits, but what's a bit of destruction between friends. I'm so glad to hear that she survived. How is she, by the way?"

  "She never returned, and it's been long enough without any contact that she's presumed dead."

  Oh. That was unfortunate; but it didn't change much, since Hondo had thought that she died years ago. "I am so sorry. Such a loss to the galaxy. Now tell me," he said, "what else happened?"

  Her voice was flat, conveying no emotion, but that in itself was informative. "Kanan was blinded in the fight, and Ezra feels responsible for both that and Ahsoka."

  "If he didn't attack them, then there's no reason to feel guilty." He waved a hand. "Those things happen." It was just like a Jedi to think that everything revolved around them. It was so much simpler to be a pirate. Why, if he had felt guilty every time a member of his crew had been injured in battle, he wouldn't have had any energy to pursue their target, and it would have all been for nothing.

   She looked at him, and it was obvious that she had herself tried to get the point across. "He didn't take it well, and Kanan didn't take it well, and that only makes both of them feel worse. Ezra at least has managed to channel that into his missions, but Kanan hasn't been doing much of anything. Even things he doesn't need sight for."

  "Like listening in on mission briefings," he finished.

  There was something important he was missing there, Hondo just knew it.... Ah. That was it.

  "Does he still have that lightsaber?" he asked. "Because if he isn't going to use it, I could --"

  "No."

  He spread his hands. "I had to ask."

  She looked at him incredulously. "Do you think of anything other than your own greed? Do you care about anything, at all?"

  "I care about plenty of things! Most of which you would say don't count." And in a world where everything could be taken from you without warning, it only made sense to check every potential opportunity.

((Part of the Little by Little ‘verse, using these prompts. Canon-compliant.))

"I haven't given up on getting the kalikori back," Hera said, before anyone could ask that. "It belongs to the Syndulla family, and Thrawn has no right to it. Still," she looked around at the gathered Ghost crew, "I'm part of more than just the family I was born into, and I want something that reflects that."

  "Uh, Hera?" Ezra spoke up. "You might not have noticed, but... you're the only one here who even knew what a kalikori was, before you tried to get yours back." He crossed his arms. "I don't see how we're going to be much help."

  "I'm not asking you to help me build a Rylothean kalikori. None of you are from Ryloth, it wouldn't mean anything to you. I'm asking you to help me build something that represents all of us."

  Sabine already had a sketchpad out. "What's the basic form? Any elements that specifically need to be included? What about material?"

  "There are traditional shapes and aspects," Hera said, "but none of them are strictly necessary. Historically, before the design became formalized, there were only two requirements: all of the pieces need to fit together, and they have to be sturdy and stand up to normal wear, so it will still be around for future members of the family."

  She had not actually known that before; it was just a happy accident that there was historical precedent, which she discovered in her research on constructing a kalikori from scratch.

  "I'd also add that it not be overly large, to keep it portable, and that there aren't any entirely-visual designs, so that all of us can properly experience it." She didn't look at anyone in particular as she said that. "Beyond that, anything goes."

  Chopper beeped a suggestion of using rare and expensive metals as a component, and then snickered.

  "Anything within reason, if we can't acquire a part, we can't use it."

  Zeb raised a hand. "Can you tell Chopper not to take any of the bunks or weapons apart for pieces? Again?"

  Chopper warbled innocently.

  Hera sighed. "Nobody should take anything apart for use in constructing this. We aren't desperate for materials, and even if we were, family is more important than a representation of family."

  "Stealing parts from the Imperials is however acceptable," Kanan added. He smiled. "It's what we do."

  Ezra shifted. "Is that it for now?" he asked. "I have something I was going to do, and I don't want to be too late."

  "You can go," Hera said. "None of this has to be done right at the moment, just keep it in mind. You don't even have to do it at all if you don't want to, that would completely ruin the spirit of it."

  "No, I want to, it's just... I have something else right now, but I'll think about it."

((Part of the Little by Little AU, using these prompts. Set a few months in the future, and references an event that hasn't happened yet. It's kind of like a teaser.))

Zeb crossed his arms and frowned. "Do you think we should go after him? He seemed pretty upset."

  Sabine watched Ezra's form vanish in the distance. "I don't know, how good are you at sprinting? We probably can't catch up to him until he's already been there. Besides," she said, "I can't blame him. If I'd heard that a friend was hurt bad, I'd probably react the same way."

  "Isn't Hobbie your friend too?" Zeb asked. "You were the one to get him out of Starstrike Academy, after all."

  "Not really." She looked away. "He hung out a lot with Wedge when they first got here, and back then Wedge got all moon-eyed whenever he saw me, so it was just awkward. And after that, we didn't really have anything in common. We're on good terms, but we're not friends."

  "He and Ezra are, though."

  "Yeah."

  Zeb suddenly laughed. "You know, I think this is the first time ever that Ezra has gone to the med droid without loudly complaining every step of the way."

  "Heh, you're right! He hates going there." Her smile faded. "If only it was for a better reason."

  "Are there any good reasons to visit a medical droid?"

  "I suppose if you have non-medical business there...." She sighed. "He can't be dying, right? Hera would have told us if he was, or said nothing at all."

  "Hobbie isn't dying," Zeb said. "Not unless something new and horrible came up. It still can't be anything good, with how she said he was 'injured'. Is that the same way she'd talked about Kanan?"

  Sabine pulled those painful memories to the front of her mind, and considered them. "I don't think so," she said, "but then again, she's close with Kanan, not so much with Hobbie. It wouldn't affect her anywhere near as much."

  "Yeah, you're right about that."

  He looked out towards the base. The med droid's office wasn't visible, not from that angle, there were other buildings in the way. "I hope Ezra will be okay," he said. His ears twitched downwards. "He says he's better now, and I'm not sure how accurate that is, but if a friend has significant medical problems, that might bring back a lot of it for him."

  "He'll be so upset if he needs to spend more time around the med droid," she half-jokingly said, but her attempt at humour fell flat. It was too close to the truth to be comfortable. "I hope Hobbie will be okay too," she said. "He's a nice guy, good pilot, and whatever happened, he didn't deserve it."

  "As long as he --" Zeb stopped. "No, never mind. You don't need to worry about things that might never happen."

  "Tell me anyways, I'm pretty sure that whatever I'm imagining now is worse than what you were going to say."

  "If he's hurt badly enough, or can't recover properly, he might get transferred away to somewhere else. Like what happened to that woman with the head injury."

  Yeah, that was bad. Not the "worst-case scenario" -- she knew by now that things could always get worse than whatever your mind conjured up -- but still not something she wanted.

  "Maybe it's just a broken leg," she suggested.

  Zeb didn't even need to respond to that. They both knew that it wasn't the case.

  "If it ends up being really bad... no." She shook her head. "Ezra wouldn't want us there with him. And if it's not that bad, let's hope, then we'd just be in the way. I guess we should just stay here and try not to worry too much, until we know more."

  Once they knew more, then they could worry again.