Zeltros.
Beaches. A hot sun. Waves crashing. Shells amid the surf.
Jade ran through the sand – passing umbrella’d honeymooners – smiling big and bright. It wasn’t every day she made a new friend.
At last she had found it. In front of her was a dwarf palm tree, maybe twice her size, with frond-leaves ringing the top. She put her hand on its trunk, sensing its pulse with the force. There had been twists and turns, but the plan was now coming along nicely. The soil here would make an excellent grow site for the next Wroshyr tree– after the seedling tasted blood.
Jade looked to her right– wet sand slanting into the ocean, children dancing around a bucket-built sandcastle. To her left– away from shore, sand dunes and discarded beach towels. She kicked some sand at the kids and shooed them away. None would interfere.
It was high tide, so the surf washed up to her boots. She took a few steps back, crunching on a conch shell. The wind blew around her xl t-shirt, two sizes too big, half covering her knee-length shorts. That old greasy scarf clung to her neck.
A single lightsaber hung on her belt. A training lightsaber. Her finger twitched.
Beaches. A hot sun. Waves crashing. Shells amid the surf.
Jade ran through the sand – passing umbrella’d honeymooners – smiling big and bright. It wasn’t every day she made a new friend.
At last she had found it. In front of her was a dwarf palm tree, maybe twice her size, with frond-leaves ringing the top. She put her hand on its trunk, sensing its pulse with the force. There had been twists and turns, but the plan was now coming along nicely. The soil here would make an excellent grow site for the next Wroshyr tree– after the seedling tasted blood.
Jade looked to her right– wet sand slanting into the ocean, children dancing around a bucket-built sandcastle. To her left– away from shore, sand dunes and discarded beach towels. She kicked some sand at the kids and shooed them away. None would interfere.
It was high tide, so the surf washed up to her boots. She took a few steps back, crunching on a conch shell. The wind blew around her xl t-shirt, two sizes too big, half covering her knee-length shorts. That old greasy scarf clung to her neck.
A single lightsaber hung on her belt. A training lightsaber. Her finger twitched.
@Die Shize