#jek

designs by the amazing @els-moonleaf

some scrunkly left-handed supporting character doodles I don't think I ever posted

(amber making them friendship anklets is canon)

The question is, was she an ordinary Bingtown spy encountering Amber by chance or was she deliberately following the Fool to spy on him and inform Chade? I bet on the second. I bet the first time Amber realised that she had been spied upon, she was furious, but later she and Jek became besties and composed letter to Chade together laughing and trying to fool him

also, lowkey writing a fic where her a fitz team up to save beloved from clerres post tawny man

Yoda stood and approached Rys, tapping his cane on the clone’s chest plate. “Rys,” he said. “Always focused on the enemy are you. For inspiration, look to yourself and those around you.” Jek regarded the Jedi Master doubtfully, his red-crested helmet cradled in his lap. “Jek,” Yoda said. “Concerned about weapons you are. Weapons do not win battles. Your mind, powerful it is, hmm? Outthink the droids you can.” Then there was Thire. He was in pain and racked by a need to prove himself, not just as a soldier but also as an officer. “Thire,” Yoda said gently. “Rush not into fights. Long is the war. Only by surviving it will you prevail.” Yoda settled back on his haunches, peering at the three troopers in the warm orange glow of the lamp. “Clones you may be, but the Force resides in all life-forms,” he said. “Use it you can, to quiet your mind.” The clones exchanged glances, and Yoda could feel their anxiety ebbing, replaced by peace and purpose. That made him smile—he had taught them their first lesson. A moment later, the cave shivered around them, a tremor that was followed by the unmistakable rumble of Separatist tanks nearby. Ventress’s droids had found them. Yoda picked his way out of their refuge, followed by the three clones. A line of tanks was creeping through the canyon below, accompanied by battle-droid infantry. “Tanks,” muttered Rys. “Is that the best they can throw at us?” “Yeah, but I’ve only got one shot left,” said Jek. Yoda eyed the droids. “Greet them I will.” “General, you don’t plan to take on the whole column by yourself?” asked Thire, leaning on his crutch. “Have you three, I do,” Yoda said with a chuckle. “Outnumbered are they. Know the time to help me, you will.”

"You work too much and too hard! Come on, Amber, take a swig with me!" Jek grinned as she set a full bottle of brandy on the table where we were supposed to serve dinner in an hour. "Too early." I shook my head, then turned my focus on the box filled with small wooden planks that a trader had brought me this morning. He had ordered several necklaces and bracelets for all his daughters, nieces and other ladies he knew. If I began now, I could complete the request in a fortnight. "I'll drink alone then!" "Is that wise?" I quirked an eyebrow at her. Jek only laughed and by that I knew she had already tasted another bottle. "Brandy is best enjoyed with a friend." I said and I could almost see my hut in the mountains and Fitz, my one true love, returned to me alive. Had he forgiven me for leaving him behind? Would he still wait for me to return? Jek came toward me with a glass of brandy. I lifted my gaze to meet her genuine concern. "It will erase any worry you have." I smiled at her words and drank the offered drink. It was never wise to indulge in it but from time to time even the White Prophet had to rest their worn shoes after dancing with fate every day.