ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ (dankfarrik) wrote in territories_log, @ 2022-08-06 14:02:00 |
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Dont Eat that Degula III // The Market Din Djarin, Grogu + OPEN WARNINGS:TBD |
The first familiarity from being cast into another galaxy was at least transport to another planet. The market almost had a familiar vibe to it, more bustling than anything on the outer rim or folks hurting from the empire. This galaxy wasn't suffering a back and fourth political war--not from what the Mandalorian could see just yet. In any case, he didn't waste any time exploring while off the ship. Trying to get as much information as he could from the locals, trade what he had for food for the child, for a map, anything. They were afraid of his armor, which he was used to, and those who weren't he couldn't speak his language. Those that did were unable to help get him a reliable means of location. Probably because he looked like a walking weapon. Even with the child walking beside him or tucked in the satchel at his side. Finally deciding to take a break, Din went about stopping at a local vendor who spoke plainly and was fine with exchanging what he had left of Calamari Flan. He had no credits in this galaxy but didn't think he'd have an issue earning them. Din set Grogu down and handed him the bowl of...whatever animal they'd been given (outer rim folks ate what was edible) and Din put his the satchel for later. "What is it, kid?" Normally he'd be craming the poor little creatures into his mouth by now. Or at least his second. "Patu!", Grogu exclaimed, lifting up the moving animal yet it wouldn't leave his hand. At this point, Din shouldn't have been surprised at the most simple of concepts turning into an...adventure, but he croutched down to try and understand why his foundling was bumbling about, ears moving almost haphazardly. "Stop playing with your food." Grogu whined and set down the creature, which ..shouldn't have responded in the way it did, which seemed grateful, and then the child proceeded to empty the rest of his bowl out on the ground, who then started chirping at Din's boots in protest. Usually, food could get messy if it was still alive, but their little eyes were beating and pleading.....were they sentient? |