Pandora's air is sweet against your lips as you settle onto the ground, soft grass brushing against your skin. The gentle cries of your Ikran reach you as your ally crouches next to you, watching as the sky creatures you both ride soar around eachother teasingly, Ilèy and Katír screeching at eachother in joy. He sits next to you, legs dangling off the edge of the floating mountains as you watch the Ikran. The bioluminescent freckles scattered around your face reflect in his eyes as he looks at you, beads in your hair clinking together as they're tousled by the wind. So'lek shifts his hand onto your shoulder.