Re: Katima and Little Prince
Yason had thought himself safe until the blaster fire started. He drops to the ground, crawling low like his mother taught him and trying to remember how far away they should be.
Seventy-yars? One hundred? He was a little too scared to think straight.
He alters his course, slightly, and runs as fast as his little legs will carry him toward the clearing ahead. If his mother wasn't dead, he would want her very, very badly right now.
He finally trips and falls at the feet of the glowing blue woman in the clearing. He may only be eight years old, but even /he/ knows that the glowing blue woman is going to give them away.
Still, his eyes glow a shade of blue for a moment before he falls to his knees.
"You aren't going to kill me, are you?" Yason asks.
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