"Then I'll have to get myself into some trouble to have an interesting tale to tell too," Altair said, with a slight laugh. He didn't mean it, of course, but still. He did have a tendency of encountering strange things when he was off on his own. He'd once been called a weirdness magnet, and honestly, that wasn't a bad way to describe him.

Lunch passed by peacefully though- and while he didn't manage to finish his meal, he did manage to eat at least half of it, which was better than normal.



The day had mostly passed by by the time he rejoined Thrawn and Thrass. A day of adventure for him, and a day of having fun together without any other concerns for the two of them.

The sky was turning dark, and the first stars were visible, as day began turning into night.

Altair had thought that the three of them would be going to the flower gardens, but Thrass had disappeared off somewhere, and so it was only him and Thrawn. Where during the day there had been plenty activity, the evening brought the soft glow of lights coming on to illuminate the path through the gardens, and brought the pace of the people visiting down to the same calm as the river rather than the frantic rush of the daytime hours.

The atmosphere could even be described as romantic. Though Altair was trying not to think about that, really.

"Will your brother be okay on his own?" He asked, looking up at Thrawn. Altair was pretty sure that Thrass had, in fact, ditched them.

But it was the only thing he could think to ask.