For Ezra

[holtfinder]

The two moons hung like sickles in the sky, offering little extra light over the grasslands occasionally studded with rocky outcroppings or single trees marking the land. It was a warm, muggy night that promised rain to come eventually, but not yet, not until the thick air had a chance to settle on the land like a blanket. On a night like this, the majority of the splinter tribe was mewed up in the caves, with only a single sentry, one with a strong talent for Sending patrolling the edge of their territory for signs of trouble.

And of the splinter tribe, the strongest Sender was Moonshade. Lifemate and lovemate of Strongbow, she had picked up some of his skill over the centuries, though right now the only one she is in active communion with is the wolf she rides, brown-furred and as alert as she is.

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[ezra_of_lothal]

Ok, so there's a tiny part of him that'd been hoping to get home. But getting away from Thrawn and the remnants of his Imperial fleet had been the most important part. So he'd managed to steal a shuttle, and take a Force guided near blind hyperspace jump, followed the pull of the Force to a place that felt sort of like a temple.

It all got a little blurry after that.

Once thing's for sure, this is definitely not Lothal. Not anywhere in the galaxy even close, he's pretty sure.

All he can do at this point is cast his sense wide to the Force, and look for some sign of amicable life.