You’re not entirely sure how your relationship with Quaritch came to be. Given your lineage and the fact that he absolutely despises your parents, it really is a head scratcher. Nonetheless, you two are somewhat of an odd pair.

Your parents don’t know. They would kill you. Your father is getting a little suspicious about all the impromptu hunting trips you’ve been going on lately. All the hushed conversations into your ear piece that he certainly wasn’t apart of.

Lo’ak jokes about you having a boyfriend from another clan, teasing you relentlessly just to laugh at the way your blue skin flushes purple. Kiri rolls her eyes and simply warns you that you’ll be in a lot of trouble if you are dating an outsider. “Mother doesn’t take kindly to outsiders,” she warns softly.

You know she has your best interest at heart, though, and she really isn’t wrong in her assumption. I mean, the woman tried to kill your father the first time they met—and hell, she did kill your boyfriend. She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him a second time.

The wings of your ikran flap as you ride alongside Quaritch, laughing at the way he’s still a little wobbly in his saddle. This is one of your favorite things to do—fly across forests with him on your ikrans, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the action. He enjoys spending time with you nonetheless.

“Let’s go down,” he commands in a yell, to which you nod. You guide your ikran to the ground, landing gracefully and easily dismounting the beast.

“Jesus, I dunno how you do it,” Quaritch sighs, looking up at his ikran as if it killed his entire family despite the smile on his lips.