PRAISE THE LORD LINKS WORK AGAIN anyways sorry y'all I completely forgot to tell you that I updated this for like two hours but I was in the GROOVE OKAY. Anyway tag list under the cut!

While she hadn’t been to many planets other than Coruscant yet, Mara could already tell she liked Ryloth. The towering spires of rock casting shadows over the canyons and the plains spoke of a time that was wilder, less controlled. It was a kind of beauty that she’d never seen on Coruscant, and it appealed to her.

But she wasn’t here for sightseeing, despite the fact she was currently riding in the back of an AT-DP walker down a canyon. She was here at the request of Admiral Thrawn, who claimed that there was a good chance her quarry would show his face today.

Ezra Bridger. Mentally, Mara reviewed the intelligence about him, which she could recite in her sleep at this point. Born 17 years ago on Lothal. Son of Mira and Ephraim Bridger, recently deceased rebels. Force sensitive and trained by the Jedi traitor Kanan Jarrus, also known as Caleb Dume, status unknown. Bridger is proving to be quite the threat these days, even without his master around.

Which is what I’m supposed to fix.

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Life Day was an awesome holiday, in Jacen’s opinion. It meant snow covering the plains of Lothal, which in turn meant snowball fights and making snow Loth-cats and forts. It meant Dad was always cooking or baking and Jacen could steal handfuls of cookies and hide under the Life Day tree, munching on them happily. It meant there was always music playing, lights sparkling, and the smell of pine in the air.

But best of all? It meant his mom came home.

Jacen sat at the table, helping Sabine work on the paper chain that measured out the dates until Life Day came. (still way too many, in his opinion.) Out of the corner of his eye, however, he watched his parents. Mom was working on brewing caf while Dad heated up some hot chocolate for Jacen and waited for the cookies in the oven to be ready. They moved in tandem, always close and never bumping into each other as they moved around the kitchen.

Sabine always said they were perfect together. Jacen guessed that meant they were happiest when they were together, and that they fit, like two interlocking parts of a paper wreath.

As he watched, his dad caught hold of his mom’s arm, pulling her to the side. Nodding at the doorway above them, where a little bouquet of greenery hung, he murmured something, then kissed her just as she began to smile.

Making a face, Jacen muttered, “Gross.”

Not to quote the ship in question, but I can always count on you to send Sabezra and I LOVE it (this is literally one of the only Sabezra asks I got, which is so weird! I usually get a bunch of Sabezra). Anyways enjoy!!

“Okay,” Ezra said, studying the checklist Sabine had written out earlier in the day. “Ten boxes of the multi-color strands—”

“Check,” Sabine said, pushing the cart forward as they strolled down the aisle.

“We need a few of the green ones and the white ones for Kanan and Hera.”

Grabbing two boxes of each, Sabine said, “Those two really have no imagination.”

“It’s more like Hera likes simple and elegant, and Kanan likes Hera,” Ezra said as she tossed the two boxes into the cart. “But yeah, that too. Now we need obscene amounts of tinsel, a fake snowman, and as many weird looking ornaments as we can find. Uh, where are we getting the money for this?”

“My rich parents,” Sabine said, pausing next to  a shelf and studying the ornament selection. “Frog wearing a Santa hat and suspenders?”

“Oh, definitely,” Ezra said.