Thrawn-centric drabbles written for the Star Wars Fictober Challenge. All completed prompts can be found bundled up in my fic The Contemplative Man.
- Characters: Thrass, Thrawn
- Rating: G
- Word Count: 678
A young Thrass thinking about his strange little brother, Thrawn.
Thrass knew he had a strange little brother. No one needed to tell him that. How many times when Thrawn was a toddler had he left him alone for the briefest of moments, only to find Thrawn nose-deep in a book more difficult than a child his age should be reading. Or finding his way into places he had no business being in, instead of napping as he should. Thrass’ brother was inquisitive and bright, and had no trouble getting into trouble, much to Thrass’ constant irritation.