Theodosia Acatia
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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[OOC| 0605; Pantora; Theodosia's Hearth ]
The morning was well on it’s way. The Pantoran was already awake and drinking her morning java. The livestock called outside, the sun on the marshy moon of Pantora was rising steadily, it’s rays just grasping the touches of the bogs.
It was much more temperate here than her home planet, Theodosia appreciated that much. The colder season was still not as harsh. Some moments, she missed the cold, bitter land of Orto Plutonia. Was it really only six years ago she had left? The woman was well accustomed to Pantora by now, and did love the planet. The neighbors were rural folk like her and did various trades. One even promised to fix up an old droid for her.
After sipping her java, Theodosia got up and went to her room and changed. She loved her little place. Unfortunately, she could she would have to leave it soon. But, her friend was coming. In her peace, the usually dissociative woman flitted around her loft. It opened to a quaint living room/kitchen/dining area, then a short corridor to her room and hygienal areas. It was made with sturdy metal installations. But, today, is where her life would change. She tried to remain positive.
The goatish creatures made their sounds for feeding, Theodosia tended to. Now, it was time to wait for her new acquaintance to show up. It was a few days after the first steps of a journey, enough time for Theodosia to regroup and regain some composure. Her eyes were still puffy from the amount of crying that had taken place, and her blue skin looked like it had aged (enough for the young woman to notice). Theodosia didn’t like the first impression she left (or had) from the woman, but now it was time to change that. She waited.
@Valen Pelora
The morning was well on it’s way. The Pantoran was already awake and drinking her morning java. The livestock called outside, the sun on the marshy moon of Pantora was rising steadily, it’s rays just grasping the touches of the bogs.
It was much more temperate here than her home planet, Theodosia appreciated that much. The colder season was still not as harsh. Some moments, she missed the cold, bitter land of Orto Plutonia. Was it really only six years ago she had left? The woman was well accustomed to Pantora by now, and did love the planet. The neighbors were rural folk like her and did various trades. One even promised to fix up an old droid for her.
After sipping her java, Theodosia got up and went to her room and changed. She loved her little place. Unfortunately, she could she would have to leave it soon. But, her friend was coming. In her peace, the usually dissociative woman flitted around her loft. It opened to a quaint living room/kitchen/dining area, then a short corridor to her room and hygienal areas. It was made with sturdy metal installations. But, today, is where her life would change. She tried to remain positive.
The goatish creatures made their sounds for feeding, Theodosia tended to. Now, it was time to wait for her new acquaintance to show up. It was a few days after the first steps of a journey, enough time for Theodosia to regroup and regain some composure. Her eyes were still puffy from the amount of crying that had taken place, and her blue skin looked like it had aged (enough for the young woman to notice). Theodosia didn’t like the first impression she left (or had) from the woman, but now it was time to change that. She waited.
@Valen Pelora