It was a bright night.

Well, marginally brighter than usual, without the usual grey clouds covering Kalevala that blocked out the moon and stars. Bo-Katan and you were sitting up on one of the higher balconies of Kryze castle, trying to find constellations and telling eachother about Mandalore, trying to jog eachothers memories of before... well, before. Neither of you really wanted to think about after. After the Empire destroyed your homeplanet, reducing it to an unlivable wasteland.

"And the forge?" Bo-Katan asked with a small smile, after you had talked about the palace. "You remember the forge, right? It was so hot there, I thought I'd die every time my parents took me."