JEDI Comport

Oh, and while I'm here, Atok has written a new song.


The Wild Child of Dath'mir
((To the tune of Sarah Hester Ross's arrangement of Savage Daughter - Song 2 on the Playlist))

I am a Wild Child of Dath'mir
The one who runs barefoot, blessed by sharp stones
I am a wild child of Dath'mir
I will not hide my face, I needn't have my own horns

My father’s child is a wild one
He perches up high, watchin’ the valleys below
A whisper from ash, cradle fallen from starlight
Nurtured by the dark magics
The Oasis born from

I am a Wild Child of Dath'mir
The one who runs barefoot, blessed by sharp stones
I am a wild child of Dath'mir
I will not hide my face, I needn't have my own horns

My father’s child sleeps in the tree tops
He dreams of a fog, a darkened jade shroud
As he walks through new halls, he renames them fireflies
And he tames them with wisdom that makes Papa proud

I am a Wild Child of Dath'mir
The one who runs barefoot, blessed by sharp stones
I am a wild child of Dath'mir
I will not hide my face, I needn't have my own horns

They brought him forth out of darkness
They gave him a robe and a shimmering blade
They tell him his home was a terrible curse
And the rules of the temple
Are the laws to be made

I am a Wild Child of Dath'mir
The one who runs barefoot, blessed by sharp stones
I am a wild child of Dath'mir
I will not hide my face, I needn't have my own horns

Azar Ahlan wrote: Wed Jul 22, 2026 8:43 am

Within the planters, in the garden outside of the cantina, sit three plants. One houses red plom blooms. The others are still in the process of growing.

Over the course of a couple cycles, the seeds that neighbour the red plom flowers have taken root and officially bloomed under the watchful eye of Sa-Fira Zeryyt and Vriddhym Samadhi.

A Caamasi mango sapling and Belsavis bellfruits. Both are incredibly sour in taste.

Spoiler

(( Pretend the apples are bellfruits ok ))