#dune atmosphere

[musicforyou]

DUNE. An epic music journey - inspired by the movie dune.

#Dune Music #Dune Theme #Dune #Toto #Arrakis #Dune Ambience #Dune Atmosphere #cyberpunk ambient #spacewave #cosmic relaxation #dune epic #arrakis epic #desert epic #fantasy ambience #desert planet epic #desert planet #dune music #dune epic music #dune soundtrack epic #epic music #sands of arrakis #arrakis music #epic ambient music #cinematic score #cinematic score music #dune music score #dune atmosphere #youtube #music #background music

[cliriq]

#ambient #mystery #music #mystic #dune #bene gesserit #shamanic #atmospheric #Youtube

[diotimas]

3 episodes into 1899 and my thoughts so far include

i want to learn polish now

there's not nearly enough aneurin action going on

wtf

#1899 netflix #it reminds me of dune in a way?? like in terms of sound and the general 'effect' or atmosphere #can't decide if i like it yet

[daisyachain]

My beloved mother got so sick of me talking about Wheel of Time that she put Eye of the World on hold and waited the month and a half it took to get the 7-day audiobook loan. 3 hours in she comes downstairs to ask me if the entire thing is just a LoTR ripoff. I reply no, it’s a Dune ripoff with some Arthuriana thrown in

#we are watching the tv series once we finish gotham #kelsey liveblogs WoT #with all due respect wheel of time has some great flavourful and unique stuff going on #it has a distinct atmosphere that settles in around book 4. #it is also Dune transplanted directly into Middle Earth with the cast of Arthurian tales

[ramonapaternitiblog]

#sandstorm #aiart #mystery #dune #atmosphere #digitalart #art #desert #ai

[debbiklemanblog]

#sandstorm #atmospheric landscape #art #dune #digitalart #desert #aiart #ai #sci-fi

[valeribevelsblog]

#atmospheric landscape #digitalart #sandstorm #ai #art #Dune #Sci-fi #dune #desert #aiart

[jcmarchi]

Sand dunes meet stacked ice at Mars’s north pole - Technology Org

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Sand dunes meet stacked ice at Mars’s north pole - Technology Org

The terrain surrounding Mars’s north pole, known as Planum Boreum, is fascinating. The pole itself is covered in layers and layers of fine dust and water ice; these stack several kilometres thick and stretch out for around 1000 km (approximately the width of France).

Topography of Mars’s north polar region

While most of this material is not visible here, you can see the beginnings of Planum Boreum to the right of the frame, with some subtle wrinkling showing where layers of material are starting to build up. Ground has also built up more starkly in steps, as is most clearly visible in the topographic view of this region below. The lowest altitude regions are blue/green and the highest are red/white/brown.

These layers formed as a mix of dust, water ice and frost settled on the martian ground over time. Each layer holds valuable information about Mars’s history, telling the story of how the planet’s climate has changed over the past few million years.

In Martian winter, the layers are topped by a thin, couple of metres-thick cap of dry ice (carbon dioxide ice) that completely disappears into the atmosphere each summer.

This image comes from the Mars Express High Resolution Stereo Camera (HRSC). Two steep banks, or escarpments, cut vertically through the frame. These mark the boundary between the aforementioned layered deposits (which stretch out of frame towards the pole, right) and the vast, sweeping dune fields covering the lower terrain of Olympia Planum (to the left).

Click on the image below to explore the region and discover more about the different features you can see.

Sand dunes meet stacked ice at Mars’s north pole

Walls of ice

The left part of this image is dominated by a vast, elongated swathe of rippled sand dunes, stretching out for more than 150 km within this frame alone. This wrinkled, turbulent appearance is highly at odds with the smooth and more pristine terrain visible to the right.

This smooth region lacks clear signs of erosion and has avoided being hit by incoming rocks from space – an indicator that the surface is very young, likely rejuvenating every year.

Perspective view of Mars’s north polar region

Between these two extremes sit two semicircular cliffs, the larger of which is around 20 km wide. Within the curves of these cliffs sit frost-covered sand dunes. The grand scale of the cliffs is clear from the dark shadows they cast on the surface below – their steep, icy walls tower up to a kilometre high.

These two cliffs are located at a so-called polar trough, a feature created as wind pushes into and wears away the surface. These show up as rippled ridges in the terrain and are common in this region, creating the distinctive spiral-like pattern of the polar plateau (seen most clearly in the wider context view of this region below, and in other images of Planum Boreum from Mars Express).

A broader view: Olympia Planum and Planum Boreum

Exploring Mars

Mars Express has been orbiting the Red Planet since 2003. It is imaging Mars’s surface, mapping its minerals, identifying the composition and circulation of its tenuous atmosphere, probing beneath its crust, and exploring how various phenomena interact in the martian environment.

Mars’s north polar region in 3D

The spacecraft’s HRSC, responsible for these images, has revealed much about Mars’s diverse surface in the past 20 years. Its images show everything from wind-sculpted ridges and grooves to sinkholes on the flanks of colossal volcanoes to impact craters, tectonic faults, river channels and ancient lava pools. The mission has been immensely productive over its lifetime, creating a far fuller and more accurate understanding of our planetary neighbour than ever before.

Source: European Space Agency

Mars gifts – the best space gifts from the Red Planet, ranging from Mars-themed clothes to genuine, certified meteorites from Mars.

#3d #Astronomy news #atmosphere #Blue #carbon #Carbon dioxide #climate #Composition #craters #crust #Dark #dunes #dust #Environment #European Space Agency #express #Features #France #Fundamental physics news #green #History #how #images #Imaging #impact #it #lava #mars #martian #material

[bespectacledbookworm]

There's this time in my life that I've been really longing for. It's 2012, the height of the Twee era. I'm on Etsy looking up silly things like miniature glass sculpture necklaces, nerd merchandise, anime socks. I want a pair of glasses that the hipster girls are wearing. I am learning to knit. I am discovering Alexander Mcqueen's fashions for the first time and re-reading Holly Black's Tithe for the umpteenth time.

And for some reason, I feel like watching Dune will bring back some of that nostalgia??? I also watched a LOT of movies during this time in my life because we still did not really have cable and so movies it was.

#heena's posts #don't ask me why dune #I think because it also gives off the same atmosphere as Inception #or mood #And I was watched that movie SO MUCH #I was entranced by that movie #that and Tron

[wavernot4love]

her. she is my favorite (besides wavernot4love autism + worcester palladium hand holding incident defacto cult classic apeshit) tsoaf song i do think.

the comfort i get from this song & also kinda this album in general is... something else. the liminalness!!! the atmosphere!!! the fact that i can happily pass out to it any given night!!! go here

#new tag idea considering just how often it happens: wavernot4love loses their mind over all their favorite ag band songs at 6 something am #without having slept #god i truly think tsoaf is hardwired in my brain as a special interest every now & then i just. go back #and these songs feel as fresh as they did when i first discovered them at the end of last year #goddamn i love random weird atmospheric proggy experimental post hardcorey stuff #i could talk about tsoaf forever shoutout person at dunes toronto 23 who was the first person i've ever Actually Talked To #about tsoaf in real life that actually knows what the heck is goin on there #every day i live up to that one bit of my bio a little more #alright maybe i should actually go to sleep listen 2 the ocean and the sun and also tsoaf in general please reach out if u need other recs #anthony green #tsoaf #the sound of animals fighting #tsoaf posting #i forgot i made that tag a lil while ago #ok fine i will in fact make one for my extensive ag band ramblings #wavernot4love talks ag tunes #or #wavernot4love rambles about ag tunes #we will see which one i decide 2 stick with

[jannekebooister]

Rockanje strand / beach by Janneke Booister Via Flickr: Watercolour on Arches grain Fin 300 g/m2. 

Colours used are Cobalt Blue, Payne's Gray, Burnt Umber, Raw Umber, Raw Sienna, New Gamboge; all Winsor&Newton Professional. 

My own reference. 

Paper size 28 x 38 cm, available (Contact me) 

Het verhaal van deze aquarel vndt u in mijn blog / The story of this watercolour can be found in my blog jannekesatelier.blogspot.com/

#Aquarel #Janneke Booister #Landschap Nederland #Duinen #Noordzeestrand #zomer #atmosfeer #Watercolour #Landscape #Netherlands #Dunes #North Sea Coast #summer #atmosphere #flickr

[bizarreandjarring]

god i love listening to the dune 2021 soundtrack it really is one of the most unlistenable soundtracks ever but god its so fucking excellent

#like its a lot of atmosphere music and by god it fucks so hard #“ripples in the sand”? no i think you meant “im going literally insane in the head” #please please let these other movies and soundtracks be good and not be eaten alive by the corporate machine #dune

[andy-15-07]

If you’re inspired could you do a fic about Paul Atreides and Y/N’s first night as enemies to lovers? Like they hate each other but they’re in an arranged marriage? Maybe Y/N is scared of the pain she’ll experience during sex? Would love fluff at the end…

Thanks!

From Enemies to Lovers

masterlist ! pairing: Paul Atreides x reader

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In the grand halls of the Atreides palace on Arrakis, a tense atmosphere hung in the air as Paul Atreides, the young heir to House Atreides, stood before his bride-to-be, Y/N. The marriage between their families had been arranged as a political alliance, a union meant to strengthen their houses in the turbulent times ahead. But for Paul and Y/N, the prospect of marriage was fraught with tension and resentment.

As they stood face to face, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills, Paul could sense the fear and apprehension emanating from Y/N. He knew that she harbored doubts and insecurities about their impending union, just as he did. But duty and honor compelled them to carry on with the charade, to fulfill the obligations thrust upon them by their families.

"Y/N," Paul began, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation, "I understand that this marriage is not of our choosing. But we must make the best of it, for the sake of our houses."

Y/N's eyes flashed with defiance, her resolve unyielding. "I will do my duty, Paul, but do not expect me to pretend that I am happy about this arrangement."

And so, on their wedding night, as they found themselves alone in the opulent chambers of the Atreides palace, the tension between Paul and Y/N was palpable. Neither knew what to expect, their hearts heavy with the weight of obligation and uncertainty.

As they stood on opposite sides of the room, their silence filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, Y/N's fear threatened to overwhelm her. She had heard stories of the pain and discomfort that awaited her on her wedding night, and the thought sent shivers down her spine.

Sensing her apprehension, Paul approached her slowly, his movements cautious yet determined. "Y/N," he said softly, "I understand if you are afraid. But I promise to be gentle with you. We are in this together, whether we like it or not."

Y/N met his gaze, her eyes searching his for any sign of deceit or malice. But all she found was sincerity and understanding, a rare glimmer of compassion in the midst of their tumultuous circumstances.

With a shaky breath, Y/N nodded, her walls beginning to crumble under Paul's reassuring presence. "Thank you, Paul," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I will try to trust you."

And so, as they lay together on the bed, their bodies trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, Paul and Y/N embarked on a journey that would forever alter the course of their lives. With each tentative touch and whispered caress, the barriers between them began to fade, replaced by a newfound connection forged in the fires of adversity.

As their bodies moved together in a dance of longing and desire, Paul and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, their fears and doubts melting away in the heat of passion. In that moment, they were no longer enemies bound by duty, but two souls united by love—a love that had blossomed from the ashes of conflict and resentment.

And as the first light of dawn filtered through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, Paul and Y/N lay entwined in each other's embrace, their hearts overflowing with a newfound sense of peace and belonging. For in each other, they had found not only love, but also the courage to defy the expectations of their world and forge their own destiny together.

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[boldstarks]

Giedi Prime (House Fenrir Dune AU)

word count: 1498 Words pairing: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader warnings: none (yet) summary: you arrive on Giedi Prime for the Na-Baron's birthday celebration, but you have another task ahead of you.

Before you arrived on Giedi Prime, you didn't believe a place could be completely devoid of color, but as you stand on one of your father's heighliners looking over the planet, you have come to believe what they say. You peered at the black and white planet below from the bridge as the ship waited for its permission to land on the surface. House Fenrir was one of the many invited to the celebration for the Na-Baron's twentieth birthday and one-hundredth gladiator fight.

Even from outside the atmosphere, you can see the planet is heavily polluted from the fervent industrialization led by House Harkonnen over the centuries.

A nervousness settled in your stomach when you entered the planet's orbit, and your father's reservations about the match weren't easing the anxiety creeping through your bloodstream. Today was the day that you would begin to seduce the Baron's heir.

"We could always go back home," the archduke said. He has joined you at the window.

"It would not serve our house to make an enemy out of the Harkonnens," you reply in a monotone voice.

They were known for maintaining a cruel and tyrannical grip over their worlds. Violence and war were ingrained in their culture, and you had no doubt they would inflict that bloodshed on your people. If their treatment of the people of Arrakis was any indicator of how they treated those who displeased them, you knew they could do the same to Fenrir.

"Wise words," Lady Aurelia, your father's concubine, said.

Lady Aurelia was the closest thing you had to a mother after your own had died of a mysterious illness during your adolescence. You knew she did not see you the same way, though. Your father openly favored you and your older sister, Maron, over her two sons. To her, you were simply an obstacle in the way of her eldest son inheriting your father's title.

"They could reverse engineer our harvesters or simply kill us and take over production, and the emperor wouldn't bat an eye," you said, turning away from the grim image of the planet that you would soon call home if all went according to the Reverend Mother's plan.

"I hate the thought of leaving you in this place," Vulcan says.

Lady Aurelia sighs. "Y/N can take care of herself; I've seen to it."

"Lady Aurelia is right, father. I am more than capable of completing the task that the sisterhood has given me," you tell him.

Your reassurance only causes the worry lines around his mouth and forehead to deepen.

"Your Grace," a servant said.

The three figures at the window turn, and the servant curtsies quickly in respect.

"We have been given permission to land, Your Grace. We await your command," the servant says and curtsies again.

You watch her nervously scamper off. It seems that Vulcan wasn't the only one on edge today.

The landing was relatively uneventful, and the surface of Giedi Prime was just as bleak as you imagined. There were no natural plants in sight, and the air had a bitter taste to it that coated your tongue, throat, and sinuses. It made you miss Fenrir bitterly, with its vast oceans and thick forests that enveloped the less developed parts of the planet.

In the light of Giedi Prime's black sun, your ice blue dress looks silver. It's form-fitting to your body with a halter neck and leaves your arms bare. The look was completed with teardrop-shaped pearl earrings set in silver hardware.

A female servant is already waiting for you when the ship lands. She is pale and completely devoid of hair. She wears a dark-colored dress of a peculiar cut, and she keeps her eyes on the floor.

She curtsies deeply when you step off the ship with your father and Lady Aurelia into Harkonnen Palace's ship dock.

"I have been ordered by the Baron to show you to your quarters before the spectacle, Your Grace," the servant says in a small, timid voice.

Your father opens his mouth to reply, but the girl turns on her heel quickly and hurries toward another crowd of visitors being led by another woman in an identical dress. She waits to let the guests from a house you didn't recognize pass before continuing her beeline to the door.

You see Vulcan and Aurelia exchange a glance before all three of you follow after her.

The inside of the Harkonnen Palace is just as bleak as the outside. It is made up of identical black and white hallways; one could easily get lost in them. The servant girl expertly navigates these identical hallways without raising her eyes. She's obviously been here for quite a while. You wonder what horrible things she witnessed, or perhaps endured, in her employment here.

The woman is completely silent until she arrives at a nondescript slate gray door with a black panel installed on the wall next to it. "This is your room, Lady Y/N, and your parents are right beside you."

She motions toward an identical door to the left.

Lady Aurelia goes to her and your father's door and presses her hand to the panel. The panel glows, and the door slides open.

"What did it just do?" your father asks, puzzled.

"The doors to your quarters are programmed, so you need your handprint to get into them, Your Grace," the girl responds. "The Baron has found guests feel more secure when they are the only ones who have access to their living space."

Your father nods and presses his hand to the panel. Lady Aurelia walks into their room without another word.

"Just knock if you need anything, darling," Vulcan said, following her inside.

Their door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone with the servant.

"How did I find my way around?" you ask.

The girl makes eye contact with you for the first time.

"I strongly advise you not to walk around without someone to escort you, My Lady," the servant girl said firmly. "This is not a place where one wants to get lost."

This wasn't a request; it was a warning. The girl's eyes darted back toward the ground. You place your hand on your door's panel. It warms slightly when it scans your handprint. The door slides open, and you step inside. The servant girl won't meet your eye again before the door slides shut.

If you were anyone else, you would feel as though you had stepped into the belly of the beast. But you're not just anyone; you're Bene Gesserit. You're exactly where you're meant to be.

---------

You sit on an elevated platform that sits slightly lower than the one occupied by the Baron Harkonnen, the Reverend Mother, and your father, the Archduke, along with an unknown count and his wife. The crowds in the stands below are packed with Giedi Prime citizens. The black sun has once again washed the color out of everything. You were provided a pair of small field glasses to view all the fights through.

You're sitting with six other Bene Gesserit sisters that you have never met before. Despite knowing little about them, having some of your sisters here is a comfort.

In some twisted way, you looked forward to having your way with Feyd-Rautha. The Reverend Mother Helen described him as violent, calculating, and isolated. The Baron and his brother, whom they called the Beast, were neither fit to raise an emotionally intelligent, stable child. That only made your job simpler. It doesn't matter how physically strong Feyd-Rautha is; he's sexually and emotionally vulnerable. And you could mold him into whatever you see fit.

The opening fights are lackluster. It's obvious the opponents have been drugged to ensure the safety of the Harkonnen gladiators. You noted this with distaste and nearly rolled your eyes. The Harkonnens claimed to be the most dominant, well-trained fighters in the galaxy, but they couldn't be bothered to truly fight someone without resorting to petty vices and trickery. Nevertheless, the crowd roars with satisfaction whenever blood is spilled on the sand of the gladiator pit.

Now comes the main event: Feyd-Rautha's one-hundredth kill in the gladiator pit. Was this the measure of a Harkonnen man? Slaughtering drugged prisoners was supposed to be a show of power and strength while wearing a shield.

A horn blows, and the crowd begins to shriek and whoop once again. In the arena, a large set of doors slide open, and the Na-Baron emerges from the darkness beyond the doorway, a knife in each hand. He raises them toward the sun and circles the pit. The light of the black sun glints off the blades. He's hairless, like the other inhabitants of his planet. He's dressed in light black armor and practically preens for the crowd before kneeling. He bows his head in respect to his uncle and dedicates this win to the man.

The Baron is satisfied by this display, and the barbarism begins.

taglist: @ariesmai

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[mariowritesforyou]

Do a logline for your story (it helps I swear).

Loglines are mostly used in film, I believe, and they are basically one-sentence summaries of the whole flick. They are very much audience/marketing focused, so no spoilers or twists revealed; it's what you tell to sell someone on the movie.

And yeah, I do believe you can do a logline for any story no matter how grand or complex you might think:

Paul, the young heir of a noble family, must become the Messiah of the planet Dune and its people if he wishes to survive against rival factions.

(Long sentence, but only one sentence.)

The real value of a logline is that it can help you reveal

what your story is about instead of just what happens in it.

By finding the core of the plot you can deduce (and more importantly, justify) the additional elements that make the story come alive. Does a funny scene fit if your logline is about a dark, revenge story? Could be!, as long as you know why it's there (maybe for breathing room, or to build atmosphere or for fleshing out characters).

It's a great starting point, at least. I'm personally quite skeptical and wary of overrelying on writing equations and formulas to make your story "right". Nevertheless, structure can be phased out whenever it has served its purpose, your story being like the green of a garden that has kept blooming and growing to the point that the pots and walls have been covered by what they have borne.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing tips #writer problems #on writing #creative writing #mariowritesforyou

[softlyspector]

Significant verse idea.

Din takes his riddur to Sorgan, kind of like a vacation just to relax for a little.

And Omera can tell how fond and happy Din is compared to when he first was there.

And maybe Din sees her playing and teaching the kids and he gets a warm fuzzy feeling he doesn’t quite understand but like he’s never wanted children more then he wants them with his Riddur.

Din and riduur relax on Sorgan. Din Djarin x gn!reader

a/n: more tooth rotting fluff for you. this is apart of the significant-verse! it can be read on its own.

"They owe me a favor," Din explains as you descend into Sorgan's atmosphere.

You raise a brow at him from the co-pilot's seat, and then glance down at Grogu who sits in his lap. The child just babbles up at you.

"What exactly did you do for them?"

"Cara Dune and I helped them drive off raiders and take out an AT-ST."

You glance back out the window as you emerge from a cloud bank. The planet is covered in green. "An AT-ST? Really?"

"It was a surprise to us, too."

"And we're going here to rest, riduur?" You tease. "It doesn't sound very peaceful."

Din chuckles under his breath, "Yes. It's peaceful now. The people are kind and welcoming. The children will be glad to see Grogu again."

"Finally someone to play with, eh?" You direct to the baby who coos back at you. You reach across to him and offer him your finger to hold onto, which he readily grabs.

Din nods, navigating to land the Crest. "Yes. Mischievous babysitters," he says.

When the ship is on the ground, Din holds out a hand to you. You stand and let him tug you close, lifting the lip of the helm to give you a quick kiss. "I really do think you'll like it here," he says, the helmet secure again over his face. "We only have to stay a couple of days."

"Mm," you glance out the window. "I prefer greener worlds so I probably will."

"Mandalore was green once," he says.

You smile at him, "Then I would have liked Mandalore."

The head tilts down once in a nod.

The walk to the small village is a quick one, the world verdant with green undergrowth. The air is clean and sweet, the scent of stagnant water and earth lingers, too.

Children greet you at the edge of the tree line, many of whom are excited to see the Mandalorian again and delight in getting to know Grogu's name. He's carried off with them almost immediately.

"Where-,"

"He's safe here," Din says, fitting his opposite hand over yours where it rests on his arm. "Don't worry, riduur."

You aren't really worried, just a bit overwhelmed. You haven't been around children in a long time. You and Din aren't usually around mass amounts of people anymore. "There are so many of them," you note, watching them scatter like leaves in front of you.

Their laughs are loud, infectious. You can hear Grogu's laughter among them.

"Yes," he agrees, his other hand gently pressed to the small of your back, guiding you forward. "There are."

When you near the center of the village, you're approached by a group of villagers who all welcome the Mandalorian warmly. Din merely nods at their greetings.

"What brings you back to Sorgan?" One of them asks. "You were hiding the last time you were here."

Din sighs, the sound so quiet only you can hear it, the noise of a gentle frustration. "We're in need of rest. That's all. We can pay you for our stay. We have credits."

"Nonsense."

"This is the least we can do, for your help."

Din raises his voice above the chatter, "We insist-,"

"Absolutely not-,"

You notice several pairs of eyes locked onto you as they argue, flitting between you and the Mandalorian. You squeeze Din's bicep and nudge a knee against the back of his leg.

He seems to remember they don't know you and introduces you by name before saying, "My riduur, my partner. We were recently married."

The shocked gasps that follow make you laugh. "You're here on a honeymoon!" Someone says.

One of the children who pass by asks loudly, "Mandalorians can get married?"

Din just sighs again.

~

You seem to like the little village as much as Din hoped you would. The first day you spend exploring the forests around the village with Grogu and the other children.

He accompanies you, several paces behind the little gaggle of you, just to make sure you're safe. The memory of the last time he was there lingers, though the farmers assure them they haven't been attacked since.

You have to mediate with them, insisting that everyone can take a turn holding either of your hands.

He likes watching you with them, and although he's brought you to Sorgan to relax, you seem content to help the villagers, keeping an eye on their children while they worked.

Grogu eventually comes back to Din, demanding to be held, because you simply didn't have enough hands to hold him and manage the other children.

It fills him with an odd warmth to see you with the children. It's the same affection he feels when he watches you with Grogu. It's a yearning kind of warmth, one he doesn't really understand.

Children are important to Mandalorians, but he's never considered children of his own. Not until Grogu, at least. He wonders if you would ever want more children, if the pair of you were given the chance.

He imagines it just for a moment, your clan of three somewhere peaceful and safe. Somewhere green.

You teach them some kind of game from your home world when you stop in a nearby field, asking the children to link hands and stand in a circle as you explain the rules.

Din leans against a tree and watches quietly, hands clasped in front of him, Grogu nestled in the crook of his arm. He hears Omera approaching before he sees her. She leans on the other side of the tree. "We're glad you've come back, even if its just to visit."

"We appreciate you hosting us," he says, watching the undulating rays of sun over the field, listens to the sound of giggles and shouts. "We can still pay, if you would accept it."

His offer goes unacknowledged. "How did you meet?" She asks.

Din hesitates before answering. "We met shortly after I left Sorgan." He tells Omera that you were working with Peli Motto as a mechanic, and of Calican, and how you'd protected the child in his absence. "And then we began traveling together." He tells her that you hated Tatooine. "Prefers greener worlds."

"They look happy." He nods and shifts Grogu in his arms. "You look happy."

He looks over at her then. "I came to check on all of you, but I also wanted to say congratulations."

"Thank you," he says, turning his eyes back to you, the dynamics of the game you're teaching the kids incomprehensible to him.

"I mean it," she says. "The last time you were here, you weren't. Happy or at peace. You were much more tense."

He turns to look at her again. "There was an AT-ST in these woods the last time I was here," he say dryly.

She rolls her eyes, "You know what I mean. It's nice to see you happy." She glances at the children, then at Grogu. "You're welcome here. Anytime, even without a favor owed." Omera straightens and tells him what time dinner would be served before taking her leave again.

When you head back to the village at the end of the day, the children herd in front of you and Grogu finally gets what he wants - all of your attention focused on him.

"I never knew you were so jealous, ad'ika," you say, kissing his forehead gently.

"You've never seen him around other children. He never has to compete with anyone for your attention."

You gape at him playfully and then look to your baby, "Like there could ever be a competition." Grogu coos when you nuzzle his cheek and Din finds himself smiling.

"You're good with them," he says. "The children."

You hum noncommittally. "I was around a lot of children on my home world."

Din nods, and tilts toward you when you hook your hand on his bicep. "I was always around children in the covert."

"Would you like more foundings? Children of your own?" You ask and don't look at him, your face distinctly turned forward.

He pulls you to a stop as the children break through the tree line and run toward the village. "That, with you, riduur, would be a great honor. To raise warriors with you."

"We are already raising a warrior," you remind him, but you're smiling widely.

"And I am already honored," he presses his forehead to yours. "You honor me."

The moment is a long one, peaceful and quiet. A breeze sways the branches of the trees above you. "And you honor me," you answer eventually, pulling away from him with a smile. "C'mon, our child is hungry."

~

Din spends the rest of his time on Sorgan thinking about that moment, the pride it inspires, how closely and tightly you're aligned with each other.

He thinks of it especially when you lie together, when the child is being watched by some of the villagers and he gets you all to himself. No armor, no helmet, nothing but the two of you. There is nothing between you in those moments, flesh and souls bared.

He thinks about how you like green worlds and the stars and traveling he galaxy, and how you're already raising a warrior.

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