She breathed, heavy ragged breaths falling from her lips, hard rain drops striking at the back of her head, biting into her soaking clothing and eating away at her skin with near frost.
Rose shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself as she allowed herself a brief few moments of respite. She had been running for what seemed like an age, had been running for miles, simply going in wild circles around this cursed city. The sun had set long ago, departing with the rest of the Sith that had attacked Mandalore.
A cold shiver ran through her entire body and she let out a hot breath to try and warm her hands, cupping them against her lips.
Bright blue eyes shifted around the alleyway, searching and looking or anything that she could use to warm herself. Her lips turned down into a scowl as she spotted a rag hanging from one of the dumpsters. With spindly fingers she grasped it, pulling a tiny and torn jacket from the dumpster. Her disgust was clear, but a shiver ran down her spine and slowly she donned the garment.
Nothing had gone to plan today, nothing had gone the way she had wanted, the way they had planned. Her fingers felt like they were freezing off, her body was nearly frozen in place, and she dared not use the tiniest trickle of the force to warm herself, lest one of the force using Mandalorians sensed her.
She was stuck, stuck here in Keldabe.
It hadn't been on purpose, or at least she thought so. Vrag was a harpy, but even she wouldn't have allowed Rose to stay behind on the barbarian infested rock, at least not without telling her first.
Rose shivered again, her eyes shifting as she slowly stepped forward. Finally she understood why the Mandalorians always wore armor, this place was cold.
Her lightsabers had long been stashed away, hidden and buried within her coat on the outskirts of the city, placed where no one would find them. Eventually she could return for them, come back when she was stronger and better equipped to wander these streets. For now she had but one objective, getting out.
Slowly Rose stepped into the streets, arms wrapped around herself and hood pulled over her face.
Rose shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself as she allowed herself a brief few moments of respite. She had been running for what seemed like an age, had been running for miles, simply going in wild circles around this cursed city. The sun had set long ago, departing with the rest of the Sith that had attacked Mandalore.
A cold shiver ran through her entire body and she let out a hot breath to try and warm her hands, cupping them against her lips.
Bright blue eyes shifted around the alleyway, searching and looking or anything that she could use to warm herself. Her lips turned down into a scowl as she spotted a rag hanging from one of the dumpsters. With spindly fingers she grasped it, pulling a tiny and torn jacket from the dumpster. Her disgust was clear, but a shiver ran down her spine and slowly she donned the garment.
Nothing had gone to plan today, nothing had gone the way she had wanted, the way they had planned. Her fingers felt like they were freezing off, her body was nearly frozen in place, and she dared not use the tiniest trickle of the force to warm herself, lest one of the force using Mandalorians sensed her.
She was stuck, stuck here in Keldabe.
It hadn't been on purpose, or at least she thought so. Vrag was a harpy, but even she wouldn't have allowed Rose to stay behind on the barbarian infested rock, at least not without telling her first.
Rose shivered again, her eyes shifting as she slowly stepped forward. Finally she understood why the Mandalorians always wore armor, this place was cold.
Her lightsabers had long been stashed away, hidden and buried within her coat on the outskirts of the city, placed where no one would find them. Eventually she could return for them, come back when she was stronger and better equipped to wander these streets. For now she had but one objective, getting out.
Slowly Rose stepped into the streets, arms wrapped around herself and hood pulled over her face.