Omera was holding her daughter in her arms who was crying silently as
the hover sled with the Mandalorian and the child onboard left the
village. She felt that she was almost crying herself. It was years ago
that she had cried the last. It was the day when her husband died.
And now there was this man leaving she fell for. Omera held Winta tight
trying to comfort her. But she didn’t know how being herself
in desperate need to be comforted.
She remembered the day vividly when the warrior came in her life. It
was two days after the marauders had raided their village and stole
their krill harvest. The work of many months lost almost in the blink
of an eye. There was a ship approaching the day after the raid and
something told her that there might be help. Words were fast about the
Mandalorian who was seen in the tavern. So Omera sent two villagers
with all the credits they were able to spend to hire the man for
protection.
She had never thought that she would fall in love again. But now there
was this man, a man who didn’t speak much, a man who never
took off his helmet. He told her that this was the way of the
Mandalorians. That he must stay if she sees his face. How desperately
has she wished he let her remove his helmet. But this never happened.
There was this short moment after they had defeated the marauders. She
tried to lift his helmet, wanted to tell him about her feelings for
him. But he hindered her telling her that he didn’t belong in
her village. That he would only let the child stay there since it would
be better for the little one.
And then there was the shot which destroyed all her hopes. The
Mandalorian packed in haste and was leaving now without looking back.
Omera sighed looking after the hover sled until it vanished in the
woods. Then she turned and walked with her daughter back to her hut.
The widow and the Mandalorian – it was only a dream.
