Corvala Outskirts, Shili
It felt weird to feel the grass beneath her feet, and ever so often she would stop and move her toes to dig into the dirt under her bare feet. She had known about this, about her people's connection to the ground, about their preference to go barefoot unless off world. Her people, the realization that she had just referred to them that way made her smile. She had no memories of her time here, didn't even know if this was even where she was from. But they were her people, and if the thread that tied her to this place was thing and frayed, it hadn't broken. Not yet.
She walked through the outskirts of the city with a slight smile on her lips, having forgone her traditional armor in favor clothing similar to what might be worn by the locals, a messenger's bag slung across a shoulder filled with rations and her lightsaber hidden in a secret compartment lined with scatterweave to fool most rudimentary scanners. She wasn't here to fight, or conquer, or cause any sort of trouble. She was, for all intents and purposes for the very first time, visiting her home.
«Fresh juice?» A voice rang out from her side, and she turned to find a small stall with an elderly Togruta woman behind it, selling freshly squeezed juice of some sort. «The sun it bright today,» she continued in Togruti on seeing Ashla acknowledge her earlier call, «there is nothing more refreshing than cold marg sabl juice.» Intrigued, Ashla walked up to the stall, she didn't really have a plan or any goal for this trip, she was for all intents and purposes on vacation. No reason why she couldn't try some juice, it was pretty hot after all.
«Marg sabl?» She asked in accented but mostly unbroken Togruti. «Isn't that a flower?»
The woman smiled kindly, but replied in basic, probably on noticing her accent, or noticing the human looking girl accompanying her. She picked up a clear jar filled with liquids, and shook it to bring their attention to the seeds at the bottom. "Marg sabl seeds infusion," she said, and pointing to the bright red fruits that lined the front of the stall, "mixed with grooberrry juice. Is this your first time home child?"
Ashla smiled sheepishly, before likewise replying in basic. "That obvious huh?"
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