Qyren Leret
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Qyren finished putting away the clean laundry and stretched. The day was just getting started, but she was off to a good start. With a soft sigh, she checked the list for the day, selected another item on it, and went looking for the right supplies in their storage closet.
Her parents had gone into the city on one of their periodic shopping trips, leaving her under the watchful eye of their neighbor. Qyren would have been annoyed if she didn't know that avoiding slavers was a great reason to make sure someone knew where you were at all times. Still, if she expected to get anything done, she couldn't just hang around the house; her mother had forgotten they were out of soap, and she couldn't finish the cleaning without it.
She stopped by the neighbor's house to call in and let him know where she was going.
"Are you certain you don't want company?" he offered, but, though genuine, he seemed less concerned than her parents about letting her walk across town for some supplies. It had been many years since her kidnapping; it seemed unlikely that the slavers would return for her, especially since they didn't know her buyer had returned her to her parents. Still, rumors traveled; it was always better to be safe than sorry.
"Thank you, but I'll be fine," Qyren assured him, smiling faintly. "I'll be back within the hour."
He nodded and let her go. Not all of the adults in the village were as watchful of her as her parents and teacher were.
Here, in the safety of the village, Qyren was dressed almost like any other Twi'lek woman, though perhaps a bit more modestly. Her split-sided skirt came to her calves and her sleeveless midriff bearing top was cut high enough not to let much cleavage show. Other than that, however, she was the picture of any other Twi'lek girl on an errand, unusual skin color aside.
She stepped out of the hot sun and into the shaded interior of the store with some relief, providing a quick smile for the Twi'lek woman behind the counter.
[member="Mantic Dorn"]
Her parents had gone into the city on one of their periodic shopping trips, leaving her under the watchful eye of their neighbor. Qyren would have been annoyed if she didn't know that avoiding slavers was a great reason to make sure someone knew where you were at all times. Still, if she expected to get anything done, she couldn't just hang around the house; her mother had forgotten they were out of soap, and she couldn't finish the cleaning without it.
She stopped by the neighbor's house to call in and let him know where she was going.
"Are you certain you don't want company?" he offered, but, though genuine, he seemed less concerned than her parents about letting her walk across town for some supplies. It had been many years since her kidnapping; it seemed unlikely that the slavers would return for her, especially since they didn't know her buyer had returned her to her parents. Still, rumors traveled; it was always better to be safe than sorry.
"Thank you, but I'll be fine," Qyren assured him, smiling faintly. "I'll be back within the hour."
He nodded and let her go. Not all of the adults in the village were as watchful of her as her parents and teacher were.
Here, in the safety of the village, Qyren was dressed almost like any other Twi'lek woman, though perhaps a bit more modestly. Her split-sided skirt came to her calves and her sleeveless midriff bearing top was cut high enough not to let much cleavage show. Other than that, however, she was the picture of any other Twi'lek girl on an errand, unusual skin color aside.
She stepped out of the hot sun and into the shaded interior of the store with some relief, providing a quick smile for the Twi'lek woman behind the counter.
[member="Mantic Dorn"]