She barely had to yell his name before Beru appeared at the entrance of the cave she had led him to on day one. She grinned widely at him. It hadn’t been that long since she had seen him last, but still she found herself taking in the sight of him. He was her secret. Her friend, her kissing buddy. She always felt a little strange, warm and fuzzy, when she saw him. “This.” She said proudly, raising herself up dramatically. “Is a fierce and rare creature of the North.” Have to up that dramatic flare, after all.
“Known as a polar bear. Also, she was in the Armada menagerie. It took quite some convincing, but now… she’s yours, Beru” She stepped to the side so the Polar Bear could move past her to Beru. “One of the rarest companions the Armada has seen” She was really going to milk this for all it was worth.
”Speech”’Thought’
I keep dreaming of prairies and memories that we'll have.
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