#thrycevember

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Blep.

Thrawn’s ysalamir sat next to her desk again. It swished its tail over the tiles, its four eyes blinking hopefully.

“Shoo,” Arihnda hissed. “I have reports to finish.”

Sdfghjkl. The nudge to her elbow left a trail of gibberish across the screen.

“Fine.” Arihnda rubbed her eyes and logged off the terminal. She followed the reptile to the couch.

Running behind as always, but I am going to be writing from the November/Fall Prompts list for the OG Imperial Power Couple! These will be true drabbles of 100 words each.

These can also be found on Ao3!

Day 1: crisp air Day 2: memories Day 3: tea time Day 4: rainy Day 5: carriage ride Day 6: star gazing Day 7: mysterious Day 8: early sunsets Day 9: historic Day 10: cozy Day 11: shooting stars Day 12: gloomy Day 13: cuddling Day 14: scarecrow Day 15: gratefulness Day 16: stellar constellation Day 17: blanket Day 18: rainboots Day 19: hugs Day 20: mist Day 21: fireplace Day 22: steaming mugs Day 23: wind Day 24: puddles Day 25: moonlight Day 26: thanksgiving Day 27: grey sky Day 28: smoke Day 29: apple cider Day 30: lanterns Bonus: Moonlight Part 2

Reblogs, likes, comments, and typo spotting are welcome! I do not consent to the use of my writings to train AI.

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Lothal didn’t have fog, but this moons-forsaken planet? All there was. Everything was obscured by a gray mist, thicker than her mother’s soup. Which direction was Umgul Imperial headquarters? And why oh why did she forget her holomap on her desk while getting lunch in the square?

Arihnda took several deep breaths to steady herself. She turned her head this way and that, eyes closed, to focus on sounds, which even themselves seemed to be deadened.

Familiar footsteps.

Thrawn.

“Going my way, Governor?” he chuckled.

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Arihnda knew that ysalamiri were generally sluggish and confined to their nutrient frame. She researched all the care books as soon as she and Thrawn moved in together. It just seemed to her Pilot was, well, gloomier than usual. She could swear Pilot sighed watching her loth-cat careen around the house.

After a weekend in the fabricator she emerged with a tiny wheeled combination carriage with nutrient drip. Gently, she buckled Pilot into the chariot.

Pilot immediately ran after the loth-cat.

“What in the Rings of Miurani did you do?” Thrawn was incredulous.

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If Thrawn was going to contemplate something, he usually contemplated his art. Why was he staring at the viewport instead, watching the twining blue streaks of hyperspace as systems flashed past?

Eli flicked his eyes at Karyn and then at the deck. Her eyebrows arched. The commander’s boot was firmly pressed against the bulkhead, as if he could push the ship to go faster himself.

“How much more time until we arrive at Lothal?” asked the Grand Admiral.

Karyn stifled a giggle, then wiped her face of emotion. “ETA two hours, sir,” she said in her most professional clipped tones.

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The return of the monsoons meant the year was closing. As a child, Arihnda looked forward to it  because she could splash in the puddles. Her parents? Not so much joy at increased pumping in the lower adits of Pryce Mining. As Governor of Lothal, it meant relief that the reservoirs would once again fill, providing for her citizens.

But their arrival was tricky to predict and she was caught outdoors in the sudden downpour.

“May I?” a deep voice interjected. She was suddenly sheltered by an umbrella held by a blue hand.

“Darling!” she exclaimed.

“Hello, Love,” Thrawn drawled.  

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Author's Note: The author regrets nothing. Not even the massive amounts of kdramas she hoovers up like a catfish.

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Arihnda leaned back against her mat and stared up at the sky. The rocks underneath held some residual heat from the day, but there was a flask of caf for when the night got colder. Thrawn lay next to her with one arm under his head.

“Are there meteor showers in the Chiss homeworlds?” she mused.

“Yes, but it is usually too cold to lay outside, even with protection from the elements,” her companion responded.

“Look! Make a wish!” Arihnda pointed. A glowing orange and yellow streak crossed through the Loth-Bat constellation.

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What more could he ask for? Retirement suited Thrawn. After he and Arihnda faked their deaths, they rendezvoused on Brosi at a little cabin in the Taznel Mountains.

It was peaceful here. The autumn winds blew cerf tree leaves outside, but the fire in the stone fireplace crackled cheerfully. Arihnda kept them well stocked in firewood against the winter. He had trapped and sewn the beaver pelts for the blanket they now snuggled under.

Life was good.