start to prepare the way for tomorrow

Din stands in front of that imposing wooden door for a long, long time. His fingers tap his anxiety out on his leg, a quick, stuttering pattern. He steels himself, lets out his breath, and does it again. Finally, he raises his fist, and he knocks. “Me’ven?”The question is snappish, grumpy, and Din pauses for a beat, two, three. “Me’ven?” Irec says again, louder this time, closer to the door. Din inhales. “I— I’m sorry, Ori’verd, I just thought– you’d like some company.“ Din is ten years old and misses his parents and his planet. He finds a new friend in the covert’s tunnels.