Yesfir & Antony Yazycov / Arthur C. Clarke and SW!OC / Futureways
In a galaxy far, far away, the current year is variously known as 23ABY and Year 58 after the Great Resynchronization. Naturally, there are many things afoot, and in a year or two things are going to all go horribly wrong. For now, though, life for the (apparently) young woman who has just walked through the front door is pretty good. Her job as a flight instructor is something she genuinely enjoys (admittedly it is currently only one theory class, but that’ll change soon enough), her home on Corellia is pleasantly comfortable, she owns her own ship, and her beloved son is perfect (as far as she is concerned, anyway).
Of course, given when Esfir walks in she’s wearing a heavy and rain-splattered coat, the weather seems to be somewhat moody, but this is why she is wearing a heavy coat with a wide hood. Moving over to the fireplace, she buttons the coat with one hand and dumps it over a chair, revealing that the other arm had been busy holding a six-month-old baby.
Said baby, one Antony Venyaminvitch, is sat firmly on the couch and, while his mother reorganizes things (coat, bag, pockets, datapad, his hat), grandly surveys the fireplace and all contained within.