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Kylo Kyr'am

'Rain... why did it always have to be rain?' Mirshko grumbled under her breath as she swiped at the rain beading on her helmet visor. Her own armor was relatively new. Not long after Kyr'am had moved from Kyrayc to Dxun was when she'd constructed it. Feth, she felt as if it had taken that long for Alor Kyr'am to trust her. Regardless of who her mother was, she got the distinct feeling that he wanted to keep her at arm's length. Perhaps it had something to do with the little bubble of nothingness that seemed to hover around him. As the thought occurred to her, she stilled for a moment, her shoulders pressed t the wall that she leaned against.

Rain plinked softly off the dome of her buy'ce but was ignored for now. Her eyes narrowed. There was only one thing that she knew of that could produce such an effect. Which would only be noticeable to Force users. Ysalamiri. If she was right, it would explain a great many things. She sighed heavily and pressed a hand to her visor for a moment. It would also explain the constant migraines she'd been fighting for the last few months. And they probably weren't going to stop until she wasn't constantly in proximity to him. Perhaps that was why he'd kept her close to begin with. 

Whether that was the root reason or not, Mirshko was still very wary of him. Especially given her initial reception. She couldn't fault him for reacting as he had, of course. But it didn't make it sting any less. She'd had nowhere else to go. With the Betna homestead in ruins, she'd been out of options. The only way she'd even known about Kyr'am was through some of Mom's files that she'd been able to recover the last time she'd been home. Perhaps now it was safe to return. But something told her that it wasn't quite the right time to do so. She shook her head in mild confusion. She never fully understood how... or even why the Force worked as it did. But she couldn't fault the feeling in her gut. It had saved her more than once. 

She pushed off the wall and took a deep breath as she swiped in vain at the water on her visor once again. All it ever seemed to do was rain. She muttered a curse under her breath. It was as she came around the side of the building that she noticed him. The black of his beskar'gam blended in against the looming shadows of the compound's buildings. She only saw him thanks to the outline made by some of the compound's security lights. She frowned slightly. Kylo Kyr'am, if she remembered correctly. Son of A'den and Alor'ad of Clan Kyr'am. She'd seen him around often enough. Even spoken to him a few times.

But she couldn't claim that she knew him - or anyone  - well. She'd mostly kept to herself since being brought back to the Kyr'am compound on Kyrayc and then here. She wasn't sure where she stood, or what she was allowed to do. Was she still restricted to the compound? She honestly didn't know. Sighing, she turned towards his outline, crossing the rain-soaked ground. When she reached him, she nodded. "Alor'ad." she said firmly, and politely as she could manage, given her internal monologuing.

Kylo Kyr'am

She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. Sure, she'd interacted with him on a few occasions, but she hadn't really been able to talk to him more than that. A slight frown crossed her face, thankfully concealed by her helmet. When she spoke, her voice was quiet, but still carried to his ears well enough. She found herself looking up at him, as he was almost a full foot taller than she was. But she tried not to let that distract her.  "Jate o'. Ni vercopaanir gar cuyir pirusti ibic o'? «Good evening. I hope you are well this evening?»" She shifted slightly for a moment. "Ni...cuyir kir. Malyasa'yr gar ret ganar bathas ca'nara at dilheya a kisol kayariatr? Meh gar cuyir uheke ti ashi dabr, Ni malyasa'yr troch motir teg... «I... was wondering. Would you perhaps have some time to discuss a few matters? If you're busy with other duties, I would certainly understand...»"

Kylo Kyr'am

She bristled slightly at his wording, and found herself staring into his visor, almost willing him to wither. Her voice was pure ice. "Of course I know the language. If you know who I am, you know who my mother was. And she was certainly no slouch when it came to raising me as a Mandalorian." Her gaze remained locked on his visor. "I'd also point out,,, that I am not an adiike... I passed my verd'goten years ago." She then shrugged. "It is.... serviceable. Not perhaps how I would have set things up, but it does the job." She turned slightly away from him then, the rain that had beaded on her shoulder sliding off in a spray of droplets that she ignored. Her next question was just as important, her voice firm as she spoke again. "Your father... when I first came here.... he had me brought here.. as if I was some prisoner..... Is he always like that with people who extend even a mite of trust?"

Kylo Kyr'am

She looked sideways at him before turning and leaning against the side of the building, her arms crossed. "I'm well aware of the opinion regarding those Mandalorians who have the ability to touch the Force." Her voice went hard and for a moment, she clenched her arms so hard she was afraid she'd draw blood if she wasn't careful. "He barely even gives me the time of day. Frankly, I'm surprised hw didn't just toss me in some cell and leave me there until we left Kyrayc." She regretted that almost as soon as the words had left her lips, and she froze, her gaze tracking back towards him through her rain-spattered visor. She'd given up trying to wipe the water away. 

Seconds of silence stretched between them for a small eternity. "And do you both think that that fact makes me any less of a Mandalorian than either one of you? I follow the Resol'nare. If it's going to be a constant issue, maybe I should just go. I'm sure he's got plenty of other people he can pull in to help him with wharever he's got planned." Her tone was acid, but she didn't realy care right now. This was likely due to the fact that she'd been keeping her feelings on the issue bottled up for months. And frankly, she didn't care. She had to say something.

Kylo Kyr'am

His words stung, more than she wanted to admit. And she was pretty sure he knew it, too. She could feel her hands clenching into fists at her sides. He was... crude. But, he was also accurate. She took a slow breath, willing herself to be calm. It wasn't easy. Her fingers clenched and unclenched several times. When shew spoke, her voice was somewhat rough from emoution. "Do you have any kriffing idea what it's like? My family... my parents... my entire clan is gone." Her words came out through clenched teeth, and she moved close to him. "You say I'm a coward. YOou have no idea what I've been though. I don't even know how I came to be here or why I'm here. Something led me here..."

She didn't expect him to understand that one. Most people didn't. She took a deep breath then and clenched her fingers once more before lifting her left arm, and driving in towards his shoulder with a left-handed punch. She was angry, and she couldn't really put her finger on why. Part of it was his words, certainly. But some of it too had a great deal to do with her own uncertainty. She didn't know who to trust. She wasn't even sure if it would connect, and frankly, she didn't care. His final words registered in some part of her mind before she moved, but they didn't really filter through to her awareness. Even as she moved in, she felt him reacting. She tried to turn aside from what he might do next, but she had never sparred with him before, and thus couldn't properly acticipate. Not to mention the fact that she was slightly emotionally compromised at the moment.

Kylo Kyr'am


She'd somewhat expected him to grab her fist. Even so, she grunted in surprise as she felt his grip tightening like a vice around her hand. A curse fell from her lips as she tried to turn into his grip to lesson the strain. Which of course, only served to work against her as he pulled her close and pulled her helmet off. She'd not expected that at all. And what he did next even less so. She stiffen against him as she suddenly found herself nose to visor with him. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips press to hers. It was certainly not a sensetion she was used to. 

His words made her pause for a moment, and she was about to respond as he spun her around roughly and shoved her away. She stumbled, falling facefirst into the grass at his feet. She just laid there for a oment stunned from what had just happened. When she had recovered, She rolled and spun, trying to sweep his feet before she grabbed her helmet then danced out of his reach and stood. "Try.... and what if I actually hit you...?" she mused for a moment, watching him cautiously. Her tone was slightly incredulous, givent what had just happened, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. "You'd come with me?"

Kylo Kyr'am



At his last comment, her eyes narrowed to slits, and she hissed a curse in his direction. She knew it wouldn't do any good to try and slap him, at least right now. But how she wanted to. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides before she swiped uselessly at the water pouring down her face. Sighing heavily, she shook her head sharply, sending watter spraying in every direction before she jogged to catch up to him. Her helmet was clutched in her left hand. She thought it rather pointless to put it back on when she was pretty much soaked through. Only the seal at her neck kept the rest of her dry. She sighed heavily, still wanting to smack him for his comments earlier. Especially the continuous comments about her age. She wasn't even that much younger than he was, and she was certainly not a child.