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Luxa Vincula, Hand of the Emperor, for Star Wars Saga by @leendraws

Words can't even BEGIN to describe how thrilled I am with this piece I mean just LOOK AT IT! (and then go commission this ridiculously talented lady afdsghgaf)

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This is from the second half of the new First Chapter (I know this sounds complicated, but that’s what the links are for!).

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Her stomach growled noisily. Hera rolled her eyes. Yes. She even needed food.

“Sounds like those slices of meiloorun have worn off,” Kanan chuckled holding something out to her. “Here. I thought you’d like this.”

Hera eyed the oversized waxed-paper cup billowing with steam. “What is it?” she asked pulling it to her nose. A warm, hearty haze enveloped her face and filled her nostrils. Her mouth began watering immediately, recognizing what she was holding before she did. “Shaala stew?” she gawked. “Where did you find this?”

Kanan nodded at one of the food stalls lining the atrium. “There’s an ‘Outer Rim’ place over there. Couple of Sullustans running it. Nice folks.”

Hera breathed in the rich aroma and took a sip of dark brown broth. A long slice of ribboned shaala slurped into her mouth. The mushroom’s astringent, earthy flavor washed over her tongue and pulled her mind into a time and place far, far away. Chewing slowly, she savored the flavor and breathed in the steam again. She could almost see the cool, dry caves snaking beneath the desert. It’d been years since she’d tasted Rylothian home-cooking. She’d have to meet the Sullustans who’d made it and compliment them.

“Good?” Kanan’s voice gently invaded her reverie.

Eyes still closed, Hera took another sip. “Yes,” she answered and pressed her hands into the cup. It was already half empty, but she didn’t care.

“Good,” he said, and something in his voice made her open her eyes. Kanan was smiling as he produced a second cup from behind his back. “Because I got you two,” he winked.

Hera reached for the cup, carefully taking it from Kanan’s fingers like a child taking a precious piece of candy. “Thank you,” she murmured, mouth quirking up at the corner. “That was really…” she searched for a word, but all she could think to say was, “thoughtful.”

“Well, I ate most of that meiloorun this morning. I figured you’d be hungry.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but Hera caught the way his eyes lingered on her face, as if he was worried that he’d somehow done something wrong.

His arms dropped to his sides with a slap and Hera looked at his empty hands. “Did you get anything for yourself?” she asked.

“Not yet. Shaala’s a little too strong for me, but there’s a sandwich place over that way I’ll hit up when I’m done at Spaceport Control. Looks like there’s a two for one deal on today.”

Hera nodded and raised the half-drunk cup to her lips. Just like she’s hoped, the munch fungus had all gathered at the bottom. She tipped the cup back and savored the slippery, bubble-like mushrooms as they danced along her tongue.