genuinely curious bc I’m confused.. is there more stuff about blonde El vs dark haired El? bc kid’s hair just kinda does that sometimes when they get older. like, I feel like in Terry’s flashback she had to have been no more than 5, so it’s more than possible that in the 3-ish years between then and when she’s 8 in the flashbacks in s4, her hair could have darkened. I say this as a child who had really blonde hair as a kid that stayed really light through the beginning of elementary school, and now as an adult is almost brunet. apologies if this info is somewhere.. I just couldn’t find it and was confused bc it seems like a non-important detail lol
Hey, so I've talked about this before! For convenience, I'll put a comparison here though.
Clara/Charlotte Ward vs Anniston/Tinsley Price vs Millie Bobby Brown ~age 4
Clearly blondes vs clearly a brunette.
Clara and Charlotte Ward ~age 8
Tinsley and Anniston Price ~age 10 (for blondness comparison)
Martie Marie Blair ~age 10-11
Millie Bobby Brown ~age 11
Clearly still blond/dirty blonds vs clearly a medium brown.
I've said it before and I'll say it again here:
Carmen Cuba is sooooo good at casting...right up until the casting hints at something you might not like.
Then, we ignore evidence of multiple timelines (where hair color swapping between brown and blonde is a thing). Then, instead, we just shrug our shoulders and go "well...I dunno I guess she went from medium blonde to deep brown in the span of 4 years".
And, by the way: It is important info.
We have a Virginia-Alice Mother-Daughter swap in ST4's newspapers. Henry's mother is Virginia, his sister is Alice. Edward's mother is Alice, his sister is Virginia.
Tyner Rushing, brown/brown, as Bottle-Blonde Virginia Creel
(Henry's timeline)
Livi Birch, blond/blue, as Naturally-Blonde Alice Creel
(Henry's timeline)
Cara Buono, brown/brown, as Bottle-Blonde Karen Wheeler
(Edward's timeline..?)
Sounds like a possible Sister-Virginia, no? Mother-Alice would then be naturally blond in order to complete the pattern, and we already have a character with very little backstory who fits her description:
Cathrine Dyer, blonde/blue, as Connie Frazier.
So, were we to have a brunette El and a blonde El, one for each Henry/Edward timeline, that would fit the pattern.
Plus, we have Terry Ives, El's mother, who is still a dark blond/light brunette 10 years after her ECT-lobotomy.
Her, compared to our clearly dark-brown-haired El in ST3-4, when we can really see what her hair looks like grown out...
It's not a stretch for me to say Baby El and 1979 El aren't the same girl.
Hope this helps!
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Tome Chapter 3
TITLE: Tome Chapter 3
PAIRING: No Pairing
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 3/?
SUMMARY: Cathrin is the Armorer’s foundling and future Alor of the Covert. But what happens when she makes the decision to abandon the Covert and leave with Din and the Child?
[A/N - I figured with the new season premiering, I should probably get to work on this story.]
Cathrin was riveted listening to Cara tell her story. The Child sat in her lap as she listened.
“Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor. Mostly Ex-Imperial warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They’d send us in on the drop ships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers, protecting delegates, suppressing riots. Not what I signed up for.”
“How’d you end up here?” Din asked, gesturing with his helmet.
Cara looked at the Child. “Let’s just call it an early retirement.” She took a sip of her soup. “Look, I knew you were Guild. I figured you had a fob on me. That’s why I came at you so hard. Didn’t expect you to have backup though…”
“She’s not my backup. She’s my…”
“Ward,” Cathrin supplied. She didn’t figure Cara would know what a Foundling was.
“Well, this has been a real treat,” Cara said, standing up, “But unless you wanna go another round, one of us is gonna have to move on, and I was here first.” She finished her soup and put the bowl on the table, before walking away.
Din turned to Cathrin and the Child. “Well, looks like this planet’s taken.”
The Child finished his soup and Din walked over the hostess.
He came back with a covered bowl of soup and handed it to Cathrin. “For when we get back to the Crest.”
Cathrin took it from him and murmured, “Thank you.”
He kept his promise.
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Once they reached the Crest, Cathrin put the Child in his floating pod and went up to the cockpit while Din worked on the Crest outside. Cathrin whipped off her helmet and ran a hand through her hair. She hated having to keep it tucked up in her helmet. She brought the bowl up to her lips and started to eat.
It tasted so much better than the rations Din kept on hand. It reminded her of home. Having handcooked dinner with the Alor.
Just as Cathrin put her helmet back on, she heard voices.
“We have money,” a voice said.
“So, you think I’m some kind of mercenary?” Din asked.
“You are a Mandalorian, right? Or at least wearing Mandalorian armor. That is Mandalorian armor, right?”
“It is.”
Cathrin stepped down off the ramp.
“Kriff, there’s two of them!”
“I’ve read a lot about your people…Tribe.”
Cathrin’s ears perked up at the young man’s use of the correct terminology.
“If half of what I read is true…”
The second man piped up. “We have money.”
“How much?” Din asked.
“Everything we have, sir. Our whole harvest was stolen.”
“Krill. We’re krill farmers.”
“We brew spotchka. Our whole village chipped in.”
“It’s not enough,” Din told them.
Cathrin had had enough and walked over to Din. “We have to help them.”
“We, don’t have to do anything.”
“But…”
“I said, no.” Din brushed past Cathrin.
“Are you sure? You don’t even know what the job is,” one of the farmers said.
“I know it’s not enough. Good luck,” Din told them.
“This is everything we have. We’ll give you more after the next harvest.”
Din ignored them.
“Come on. Let’s head back. Took us the whole day to get here. Now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere.”
Din overheard the conversation and turned around. “Where do you live?”
“In the middle of nowhere. Obviously,” Cathrin muttered.
Din ignored her smart comment.
“On a farm. We’re farmers.”
“In the middle of nowhere?”
“Yes.”
“You have lodging?”
“Yeah. Absolutely.”
“Good. Come up and help.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Together, they loaded up the land-speeder with supplies.
“I’m gonna need one more thing. Give me those credits,” Din told them.
They found Cara and she climbed aboard the land-speeder. “So we’re basically running off a band of Raiders for lunch money?” Cara asked.
“They’re quartering us in the middle of nowhere. Last I checked, that’s a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we’re a deterrent. I can’t imagine there’s anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn’t handle.” Din leaned backed and the Child looked up at the stars.
Cathrin picked him up and placed him in her lap. She made herself as comfortable as she could wearing her armor. Cathrin closed her eyes and soon she was asleep.
Din felt Cathrin’s helmet come to rest on his pauldron as she slumped down. He huffed and repositioned her so her head was lying on his thigh guard. Din looked down at her and he found himself wishing she didn’t have her helmet on. An urge came over him to stroke her hair, so he settled for placing his hand on her shoulder pauldron.
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