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Ord Mantell
City Streets, Southern Hemisphere
1528 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
THEME
@Armcore
It's been a while since you've found yourself able to call a place home. Your broken-ass freighter doesn't count. It's like sleeping permanently in your commuting vehicle. It doesn't work, though in a way it does. Ord Mantell is the first planet you've willingly called home since..Zeltros. Yet there's still loneliness, and more than that, there's more to you than you ever though. It's like your brain got turned inside out, and a part of it got reactivated like an old circuit. You need answers and you know it...you just can't find the courage to look.
Herrith wallowed in her thoughts as she walked down the streets of Ord Mantell, which were starting to die down as the day was getting close to coming to an end. Recent events had plagued her more than usual. Feeling like brix for not helping the Guild reach its prime, and then discovering the new, unknown part of herself, then leading to her issues with the numerous people that she kept trying to get to know more than friends. Not to mention stress with looking to restore the Zia. It was a lot to take in. Especially in a partially unstable mind. Walks like these brought her back to normal, somewhat. A lot like what it was before she found her purpose again. It was infuriating and relieving at the same time.
So Herrith walked, ignoring the occasional glance of someone who recognized her within the Guild, as pink skin was unmistakeable and rarely unchained in these parts. She hated the attention. Attention had always made her vulnerable, and therefore in danger. But this was a friendly world. Or that's what the clashing voices in her head spat at her. It was a constant battle..and the best fix was a distraction. Sure, modern medical technology could probably fix her, or maybe even the Force...but then she wasn't..her. Of course, nobody knew that. She kept it to herself. Not even people she trusted. Because they couldn't be trusted with the kriffing mess that was stuffed in her. Sometimes life just wasn't nice to her mental health. But then again, there was nothing healthy with her mental. If that made sense.
City Streets, Southern Hemisphere
1528 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
THEME
@Armcore
It's been a while since you've found yourself able to call a place home. Your broken-ass freighter doesn't count. It's like sleeping permanently in your commuting vehicle. It doesn't work, though in a way it does. Ord Mantell is the first planet you've willingly called home since..Zeltros. Yet there's still loneliness, and more than that, there's more to you than you ever though. It's like your brain got turned inside out, and a part of it got reactivated like an old circuit. You need answers and you know it...you just can't find the courage to look.
Herrith wallowed in her thoughts as she walked down the streets of Ord Mantell, which were starting to die down as the day was getting close to coming to an end. Recent events had plagued her more than usual. Feeling like brix for not helping the Guild reach its prime, and then discovering the new, unknown part of herself, then leading to her issues with the numerous people that she kept trying to get to know more than friends. Not to mention stress with looking to restore the Zia. It was a lot to take in. Especially in a partially unstable mind. Walks like these brought her back to normal, somewhat. A lot like what it was before she found her purpose again. It was infuriating and relieving at the same time.
So Herrith walked, ignoring the occasional glance of someone who recognized her within the Guild, as pink skin was unmistakeable and rarely unchained in these parts. She hated the attention. Attention had always made her vulnerable, and therefore in danger. But this was a friendly world. Or that's what the clashing voices in her head spat at her. It was a constant battle..and the best fix was a distraction. Sure, modern medical technology could probably fix her, or maybe even the Force...but then she wasn't..her. Of course, nobody knew that. She kept it to herself. Not even people she trusted. Because they couldn't be trusted with the kriffing mess that was stuffed in her. Sometimes life just wasn't nice to her mental health. But then again, there was nothing healthy with her mental. If that made sense.