Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

EEEE I love the mandalorian!! I’m straight simping rn

A fire lights within sparkling eyes — one of pride. He can tell he asked the right question as she opens up to him about her culture. One he finds very interesting might he add. Even with the foreign words and terms he’s oblivious to, he continues to stay enraptured. Especially as she spills into the six tenants — he wonders what every one of them means. Racking his mind trying to figure it out but truly he has no idea where to even begin to guess. Nonetheless he’s terribly interested and it shows in the way his eyes focus on her face, eyes, and the way his ears cup towards her. Tell me more his body language says, I’m listening. 

When she even opens up about her past he tilts his chin up in interest. He almost wants to feel honored as she shares such sensitive information with him. So as he listens silently with an amazed “Wow.” Or “Whoa.” Every once in a while, he finally allows himself to ask another, of many, questions he has.

“That’s very interesting.” He admits shamelessly. “My traditions are not nearly as enthralling. A bit too brutish for most.” A laugh falls from his lips then. “You mentioned your six tenets. What do they mean? What do they stand for?” 

Then he pauses. “And if I’m not intruding, how did you end up here?” The last question is a bit more timid, though his voice and body is still confident, he allows her the chance to shut the question down if she so wishes.