[ There were some days that Cassian was surprised he’d made it as many solar years as he’d had. His recklessness in his youth had been the death of Maarva at times and a constant source of their bickering. Unfortunately age had done nothing to weasel that out of him.
Even without knowing the tragically short lifespan of demigods like Annabeth and Percy, he still hopes that they live long lives.
The mention of her mother again pricks at his curiosity, but he stands fast to his decision not to probe. It was better to stay on lighter topics. But that unfortunately meant that he had to deliver on creating a bantha in the horizon.
For fucks sake.
He rolls his eyes. ]
You’re pushy too. I see why you both get along.
[ ‘Both’ being Annabeth and Bee. Bee only whirs a little in protest but Cassian has already shut his eyes, drawing on the image of a bantha in his mind along with the very brief, impromptu lesson Wanda had given him. It’s not as easy as creating Bee had; he’d grown up alongside the droid whereas bantha’s didn’t exist on Ferrix. But after a moment he feels the threads of magic weave together and when he opens his eyes next, a large, wooly creature stands before them.
He can’t stop the hint of wonder in his voice from slipping out. ]
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Even without knowing the tragically short lifespan of demigods like Annabeth and Percy, he still hopes that they live long lives.
The mention of her mother again pricks at his curiosity, but he stands fast to his decision not to probe. It was better to stay on lighter topics. But that unfortunately meant that he had to deliver on creating a bantha in the horizon.
For fucks sake.
He rolls his eyes. ]
You’re pushy too. I see why you both get along.
[ ‘Both’ being Annabeth and Bee. Bee only whirs a little in protest but Cassian has already shut his eyes, drawing on the image of a bantha in his mind along with the very brief, impromptu lesson Wanda had given him. It’s not as easy as creating Bee had; he’d grown up alongside the droid whereas bantha’s didn’t exist on Ferrix. But after a moment he feels the threads of magic weave together and when he opens his eyes next, a large, wooly creature stands before them.
He can’t stop the hint of wonder in his voice from slipping out. ]
…That’s a bantha.