There was a time in galactic history when a number of eager young xenologists attempted to study Widow bladepainting. This number was greatly reduced by the ceremony itself, which typically uses the blood of a foe as pigment—though the blood of an overeager observer will suffice.
She's the galaxy's worst nightmare: a Human. Fortunately, she's the last one. Now her adoptive (alien) mother is realizing that raising a young Human is no easy task.
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