There are more than plenty of people who are willing to treat the spring goddess with perfect consideration. He'd have to imagine almost everybody does. Either due to the fact that they want something from her or because they feel like it's owed to her or maybe they're like-minded with her. Not Han. He hasn't curtailed himself from the moment he met her and he's not going to start now. Why should he?
If what she wants is the standard, he's the wrong man to look to. If that's what she does really want, however, she won't have to look hard to find it. As it is, he has this silly notion in his head that - while it is regrettable to have her pull away from him, on some level, it's regrettable on her end too.
With a perfect tone, practiced in front of so many deluded criminals and rich people with titles, he lays on the 'atonement'. "I beseech you one apology for every grain of sand on this beach, Queen Frea, Mistress of nature and all of life that thrives under the brilliant sun." There's something in his eyes that don't match the words, but it's not impudence ... it's something else.
Han's eyes shoot over to the fire, then up to the stars. A clear sky tonight is making them prominent. They aren't his starts, and they move far more often than he's comfortable with, but he's grown accustomed to looking at them in his time here. It makes them a little more comforting all the same.
The blue-green of an aurora is visible to the south.
"I met her if I'm not mistaken, the day she arrived here." Captain Solo murmurs. "How does the saying go? I was driven to her like a moth to a flame."
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If what she wants is the standard, he's the wrong man to look to. If that's what she does really want, however, she won't have to look hard to find it. As it is, he has this silly notion in his head that - while it is regrettable to have her pull away from him, on some level, it's regrettable on her end too.
With a perfect tone, practiced in front of so many deluded criminals and rich people with titles, he lays on the 'atonement'. "I beseech you one apology for every grain of sand on this beach, Queen Frea, Mistress of nature and all of life that thrives under the brilliant sun." There's something in his eyes that don't match the words, but it's not impudence ... it's something else.
Han's eyes shoot over to the fire, then up to the stars. A clear sky tonight is making them prominent. They aren't his starts, and they move far more often than he's comfortable with, but he's grown accustomed to looking at them in his time here. It makes them a little more comforting all the same.
The blue-green of an aurora is visible to the south.
"I met her if I'm not mistaken, the day she arrived here." Captain Solo murmurs. "How does the saying go? I was driven to her like a moth to a flame."