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Taris
Loa looked at the scribbles on the paper and then back at the old man who had given her the paper. Her face scrunched up in confusion and doubt as she tried to figure out if this was a joke or not. At first glance, she absolutely thought it was a joke. The old man had so many wrinkles it was hard to tell where his limbs all connected to his torso; he was also so tanned she was certain someone tried using him to make a jacket and not to mention how terrible he smelled, which he seemed to be aware of, insisting it was the natural smell of the galaxy. Loa knew it didn't smell of roses, but it was hard to accept it smelled of dog piss and burnt engine fuel.
The girl looked down at the paper again, the scribble made out to look like a staff as he described and a poorly drawn map of where he thought he had left it. Loa was fairly certain this was some wild goose chase for this old man's amusement, but she needed some credits, since it turns out to be pretty difficult to roam without some credits in your pocket. She didn't have the luxury of saying she was from the Jedi Order or a solider of the Empire to let others gift her with free things. Though she probably could hear her Master give her a lecture about humbling herself to serve others and this was what she wanted when she leaves the orphanage permanently.
Sighing with an internal defeat, Loa agreed to the task and the old man cheered happily, wisps of his oder crashed against the girl and she was more than happy to cut the good-bye's short in order to get away from him. Recalling what she was looking at and the description he gave her, Loa folded the paper and slipped it into her pocket. The trouble now was trying to find this particular building.
Taris reminded her of her time on Coruscant, building stacked upon building until the natural sky was darkened by the shadows of duracrete and steel. She was uncertain if the feeling she had was that of a former comfort or unease as she looked upwards, her senses stretching out like a good calf stretch after sitting for too long. With as much as a pointless search it would be, Loa decided at least she could try.
Anyone is welcome to join, keep shenanigans to a minimum.
Loa looked at the scribbles on the paper and then back at the old man who had given her the paper. Her face scrunched up in confusion and doubt as she tried to figure out if this was a joke or not. At first glance, she absolutely thought it was a joke. The old man had so many wrinkles it was hard to tell where his limbs all connected to his torso; he was also so tanned she was certain someone tried using him to make a jacket and not to mention how terrible he smelled, which he seemed to be aware of, insisting it was the natural smell of the galaxy. Loa knew it didn't smell of roses, but it was hard to accept it smelled of dog piss and burnt engine fuel.
The girl looked down at the paper again, the scribble made out to look like a staff as he described and a poorly drawn map of where he thought he had left it. Loa was fairly certain this was some wild goose chase for this old man's amusement, but she needed some credits, since it turns out to be pretty difficult to roam without some credits in your pocket. She didn't have the luxury of saying she was from the Jedi Order or a solider of the Empire to let others gift her with free things. Though she probably could hear her Master give her a lecture about humbling herself to serve others and this was what she wanted when she leaves the orphanage permanently.
Sighing with an internal defeat, Loa agreed to the task and the old man cheered happily, wisps of his oder crashed against the girl and she was more than happy to cut the good-bye's short in order to get away from him. Recalling what she was looking at and the description he gave her, Loa folded the paper and slipped it into her pocket. The trouble now was trying to find this particular building.
Taris reminded her of her time on Coruscant, building stacked upon building until the natural sky was darkened by the shadows of duracrete and steel. She was uncertain if the feeling she had was that of a former comfort or unease as she looked upwards, her senses stretching out like a good calf stretch after sitting for too long. With as much as a pointless search it would be, Loa decided at least she could try.