[Mara has never seen a goat before. She has no idea what a goat is. It's loud and awkward-shaped and bleating wildly and a woman is running after it, but maybe that's normal on this awful backwater planet. It's her the girl's equine-screamer and she needs it back for its delicious scream-milk.]
[This is ridiculous.]
[The creature runs toward Mara, and she puts out her hand, closes her eyes, and concentrates, feeling the Force flow through her, waiting, feeling it fill her with potential and power and-]
[The screamer runs right past Mara. Well, that didn't work. Dryly, she looks to the girl still chasing the screamer.] Is that thing yours?
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[This is ridiculous.]
[The creature runs toward Mara, and she puts out her hand, closes her eyes, and concentrates, feeling the Force flow through her, waiting, feeling it fill her with potential and power and-]
[The screamer runs right past Mara. Well, that didn't work. Dryly, she looks to the girl still chasing the screamer.] Is that thing yours?