#kyrisa

“I’m pregnant.”

“Shit.” Veilos couldn’t help the swear that spilled from his lips, immediately following it up with a, “Sorry.”

Kyrisa smirked as she touched his arm, “No, don’t. That was my reaction too. Shit. Indeed.”

They had only been married for about seven years now and planned on at least waiting a couple more decades before having kids of their own. But life does indeed find a way. Veilos smiled in a way that didn’t quite touch his eyes. This was something they wanted, but they had so many other plans that would now need to be set aside. 

He scrubbed his hands down over his face as the Panic began to set in. They only had nine months, no, less than that now, to prepare to bring a new life into this world. This often cruel world that made him question whether bringing in new life would ever be a wise decision. There was never a good time. He had seen some horrible things throughout his time spent in the military. Then there was the question of the military, he was going to retire after a couple decades, but what now? He couldn’t leave her alone if he had to be deployed, but he couldn’t afford to retire, not yet. Could they even afford a baby right now?

“Hey, come back to me.” She cupped his cheeks and set his focus on her. “Don’t go there.” She knew him well enough by this point to clock and know how to pull him out of his spiraling. “I know it’s sooner than we wanted, but we’re having a baby. A piece of you, a piece of me, wrapped into one perfect, tiny person. We will figure it out, we have time.”

Veilos closed his eyes and smiled as he allowed her words to sink in. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” She grinned a little wider. “I want to name her Zynia.”

“Her?” Veilos opened his eyes and leaned back with a raised brow.

“I’m not for certain, just a gut feeling. Do you think it’s a good idea? Or maybe it’s too soon? …Or maybe it’s too weird…”

Zynia had been his mother’s wife. The two met in the brothel in which they both worked, and she had always been something of a second mother to him. She helped raise him, protect him, and taught him much about the world. She loved him fiercely, as if he were her own. He had never seen his mother so happy as when they were together. She had, most unfortunately, passed suddenly about two weeks ago. Veilos couldn’t help but to blame himself for not being there when it happened. Maybe he could have brought her back, maybe he could have saved her. He could have done something, and she would still be here. Deep down he knew that were not the case, but he still felt it deeply. A bittersweet smile touched his lips, eyes misting as he tilted his gaze upwards, blinking a few times to stave off the welling emotions.

Kyrisa caught a stray tear with her thumb, directing his attention once more onto her. “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“No, I think it’s perfect. She’ll be perfect.”

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Kyrisa was a Nightsister of Dathomir, a dark side cult. She was adept at controlling and altering creatures with the Force. Deemed a threat by her elders, she was banished from Dathomir and crash landed on Hoth, where she began her experiments anew with the local fauna.

Outfit for Kyrisa

Veilos stood near the doorway, arms loosely crossed, watching as his mother, Maira, sat at the edge of the couch, cradling his newborn daughter for the very first time. She hadn't said much when he told her the baby's name. Just froze for a long moment, staring at him like she had misheard. And then, gently but hesitantly, she reached for the child. "Zynia," she whispered now, testing the name again, voice trembling but steady enough to hold the moment together. “She’s… beautiful.” Kyrisa, curled up beside Veilos with a blanket over her shoulders, smiled tiredly, her head resting against his arm. The labor had been long and exhausting, but she insisted on being there, awake and present, when his mother arrived. Veilos saw the way Maira's shoulders curled in slightly, the way her lips twitched into a fragile smile and then faltered, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to cry. Her wife, Zynia, had passed less than a year ago. The grief was still raw, and now here she was holding a child named for the woman she had loved. Kyrisa said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “We just wanted her to be part of this. However she could be.” Veilos stepped closer and knelt beside his mother’s knee. The baby squirmed in her arms, letting out a soft, high-pitched sigh, and he saw Maira’s face break, just a little. Her eyes welled up, her chin trembling as she looked at him. “I didn’t think I’d get this,” she admitted. “After everything. After losing her, and with you being away and everything so uncertain. I thought maybe that was it. No more beginnings, just endings.” “But she’s here,” Veilos said gently, his hand covering hers. “You get a new beginning too.” They sat in silence for a while, and Maira eventually leaned down and kissed the baby’s forehead. “She’s going to be stubborn,” she murmured with a small laugh. “I can already tell. Like you.” Veilos smiled faintly, and Kyrisa gave a soft laugh of agreement. For just a few minutes, the weight of the past didn’t feel so heavy. The grief didn’t disappear, but it lingered in a softer way. In his mother’s arms, Zynia breathed gently, unaware she had already brought healing just by being.