They lay there, in total silence, watching the movement below them. Hera's sure that if the Tuskens had any idea two offworlders were so close to them, watching them -
But no one below even so much as glances at the grating above. They watch the Tuskens compare spare parts and vibroblades, point to certain offerings with what Hera guesses is actually excitement. The lead pulls out bottles of what looks like Bantha milk from her cloak, while the others unload sacks of parts to trade - some of which look like they were torn rather violently from droids.
The whole thing goes on for maybe thirty minutes. Goods are exchanged. The Tuskens slam down their spears again, repeating the initial call. The Jawas bow and nod, and begin to pack up their wares. Hera watches all of it. She's almost afraid to look away, like something would suddenly go wrong the moment she doesn't have her eye on it.
Tsedec speaks to the Tuskens. Hera can understand the basics of the salutations. 'Well-wishing' maybe, though that's really not the word for it.
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But no one below even so much as glances at the grating above. They watch the Tuskens compare spare parts and vibroblades, point to certain offerings with what Hera guesses is actually excitement. The lead pulls out bottles of what looks like Bantha milk from her cloak, while the others unload sacks of parts to trade - some of which look like they were torn rather violently from droids.
The whole thing goes on for maybe thirty minutes. Goods are exchanged. The Tuskens slam down their spears again, repeating the initial call. The Jawas bow and nod, and begin to pack up their wares. Hera watches all of it. She's almost afraid to look away, like something would suddenly go wrong the moment she doesn't have her eye on it.
Tsedec speaks to the Tuskens. Hera can understand the basics of the salutations. 'Well-wishing' maybe, though that's really not the word for it.