L O S T
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Kyra stared out of the viewing port with wide eyes, her hands fidgeting at her side. Her ship was making its way down toward the Palace, and as each second ticked by she could feel her nerves begin to peak. When was the last time she had seen anything like this? Possibly Firemane... But that was a lifetime ago, long before Jakku.
Trepidation took a hold. Her eyes closed for a moment. It's okay Kai, just pretend it's sand, pretend it's durasteel, anything... The masquerade was a little while ago now, and she was back to her junker self. Which meant that the gown was gone, replaced by trousers and a vest top. Her hair was tied back, and though she had just gotten out of the refresher it somehow still looked a little oil streaked.
She caught sight of her own reflection for a moment and could not help but grimace. Would Junko even recognize her as the same woman from the dance? Would she turn her away?
Only one way to find out.
When her ship finally touched down and the ramp lowered Kyra walked out into the hangar and glanced around. No doubt there would be guards on hand, this place seemed pretty fancy. Too fancy.
What the hell was Kyra Sol of all people doing here?
[member='Junko Ike']
Breathe out.
Kyra stared out of the viewing port with wide eyes, her hands fidgeting at her side. Her ship was making its way down toward the Palace, and as each second ticked by she could feel her nerves begin to peak. When was the last time she had seen anything like this? Possibly Firemane... But that was a lifetime ago, long before Jakku.
Trepidation took a hold. Her eyes closed for a moment. It's okay Kai, just pretend it's sand, pretend it's durasteel, anything... The masquerade was a little while ago now, and she was back to her junker self. Which meant that the gown was gone, replaced by trousers and a vest top. Her hair was tied back, and though she had just gotten out of the refresher it somehow still looked a little oil streaked.
She caught sight of her own reflection for a moment and could not help but grimace. Would Junko even recognize her as the same woman from the dance? Would she turn her away?
Only one way to find out.
When her ship finally touched down and the ramp lowered Kyra walked out into the hangar and glanced around. No doubt there would be guards on hand, this place seemed pretty fancy. Too fancy.
What the hell was Kyra Sol of all people doing here?
[member='Junko Ike']