Sagitta and Wulfram can be seen walking up to the compound. On par, the chatty Mirialan was talking.
“So, as I was saying, I met her at a party uhhhh few?” Sagitta sounded unsure, “Weeks back and we finally got the time to meet! Since you know, you have been busy, she’s been busy, I’ve been busy. Anyways, people kept saying that Clan Armis and Clan Erinos have to meet and I just don’t see why. It sounds like politically boring stuff.” Sagitta pouted slightly as they got to the compound.
“Well!” She knocked on the door, “But since I met L'ara and now I’ve also met Foxen -” Her teeth gritted in memory of that jerk, “And now Socorra. She mentioned that she felt like she was failing as a Mando and Buir. I figured I should bring you in!” Sagitta grinned at Wulfram, “Considering that I don’t think Arden is taking the Creed? And I’m not sure if Erin is considering it. Do you know if she is? Annnnnd I know our Creed is different than many other Mando'ade but the point still stands. Still Family.” She beamed at Wulfram, “Right, Buir?”
Deep down inside the athletic Mirialan was praying to all the stars and moons in the galaxies that Foxen was not home.
Now she actually paid attention and looked around. Her brows rose in shock, “Wait a min-”
“The Creed is the Creed, ad'ika. Adherence and belief in them are what differs between Clans. Full adherence and belief in them, blindly and unwaveringly is the mark of the Kyr'tsad, the Death Watch. Though many of them now have shaken off that title and call themselves Martial Adherents or Traditionalists, a duck is a duck. The Creed contains tales, songs, and fables from our past, and tells us of a good way to live, but the choice to follow that is inexorably our own. No one can tell me I am not who I say I am, because I do not follow their belief. I am a child of Mandalore, I raise children of Mandalore, and my children and their foundlings will raise children of Mandalore. As is the most honoured tradition of the Creed and our People.” Wulfram sighed as he took his helmet off and turned to face his daughter.
“Gitta, I gave my all to raise each of you, and I am not worried for which of you chooses to follow The Creed or not, because I’m sure each one of you will teach the stories to your children, your foundlings, and as much, they will be Mandalorian children, connected to our culture.” He said with a beaming smile as he then turned to look around with his daughter.
“Family is family. We come from one world, one culture, no matter how deep one holds to old stories, or chooses to only take from them their cautions.” The elder Mandalorian continued as he placed a hand on her shoulder, then looked ahead.
“Besides, if it’s the same Socorra I’m thinking it is, she’s the former Director of the Marshals, and we’ll likely have a bit more common ground than just shared culture.”