It’s just tequila and the beach
The Blue Coral Diver Clan.
This was where Token Waters was finding herself. How long had she been here? She came back after making sure her new (friend?) acquaintance was safe and sound off world and after sending messages to Sindy. She knew the other woman would understand, because Token was all crazy on her fix for finding answers, for herself, about the galaxy, and in and around the galaxy. That was what brought her to the Witches in the first place. She’d been here before, but they didn’t… fit with what she was looking for at that time. Her journey was a bit crazy. She spent a lot of time in the Confederate space, then her second cousin however many removed (clearly, she didn’t see the chart on how to define cousins) hired her to run ships ahead and behind his cruise liners.
That was a good gig. And it brought her a lot of fun, found her a home in the Levantine Sanctum when she wasn’t bothering Sindy and living at their flat over across the galaxy. But right now? She had a bit of extended time away, before attending the Astro Academy, and well, after speaking with Marek, she was allowed a two month (Corellian, of course) leave from Bright Star, her ship would just be put off the record, into drydock for repairs while she used it for her centralized home base to find her answers.
And that was why she was on Dathomir.
It took her time to find the right clan for her, but between the Scissorfist Clan, who was the aggressors and had a very terrifying name, and the Blue Coral Diver Clan, she chose the latter. She’d been here, what, a week? Two? She had been allowed to keep her wristwatch, which was one of those advanced models that had a comlink and monitored the holonet, should her primary terminal, the one on the powered down Blue Seas receive any updates and notifications for her. Of course, it hadn’t, but that was not to be unexpected with it shut down. She had almost gone native, there was a necklace she always wore with a key on it, a keepsake from another time and place, where she might’ve been a witch, but with a wand and a British accent, and the necklace was now on a leather strap made from her first kill. Bracelets decorated her wrists, some as charms, others because they were pretty, and yet more because she wanted to carry a piece of the environment with her. Even her outfits were different, from designer dresses made of an amphibious material, to these made-by-hand fabrics of utilitarian designs.
Token was enjoying her time here.
She’d adjusted to the world here, a bit, her long blonde hair, that was typically kept in some fancy, urban-inspired style in an effort to tame it and keep it from her face, was running a bit more wild. A braid or two, with shells from the coastline and flowers from some of the flowering mangroves nearby. This was a nice world. Rough and wild and untamed, but it had its moments of beauty. The sunrises and sets, the seas, the flora… Sure, she had to deal with the occasional rancor encounter, but she was learning a bit. She had a new spell to quell the beasts, along with her own knack for beast communication.
She was learning to heal without the Force, and without modern medicine. Tricks of the woods, medicinal plants and small chants, were all very useful. The blonde understood what was going on and had been logging everything in her own booklet. A journal on flimsiplast and kept safely under her bedroll. And from here on out the faux-mermaid wannabe would be keeping all her updates in detail, with the date. Or at least relative date. And that would help her remember how she was learning.
Her initial thoughts were that she missed a few things about the world she was a part of... She missed music the most and knew that it would be a while before she saw her kind of music again. Sure, the witches had their kind of music, and while it was cool, there were times when Token was already missing putting on some boots, a dress and heading out to a club. Sure, she had a dress here, and was in boots, but a bow, quiver of arrows and wooden staff were hardly weapons she wanted. More and more a lightsaber was calling to her, and she was hoping to find a crystal here, and she missed her sonic weaponry. It was really representative of what she knew in the Force. Her skill in resonance, and that was seemingly interesting to the Witches.
Maybe the power here was going to help her break the walls that kept the Force from being used effectively. Maybe she’d have to share that with her cousins, with Coren and with Kaia. Marek too, but he didn’t seem to be that big a user of the Force. That was fine, not everyone was.
But some people were, and she knew the center Starchasers were.
This was where Token Waters was finding herself. How long had she been here? She came back after making sure her new (friend?) acquaintance was safe and sound off world and after sending messages to Sindy. She knew the other woman would understand, because Token was all crazy on her fix for finding answers, for herself, about the galaxy, and in and around the galaxy. That was what brought her to the Witches in the first place. She’d been here before, but they didn’t… fit with what she was looking for at that time. Her journey was a bit crazy. She spent a lot of time in the Confederate space, then her second cousin however many removed (clearly, she didn’t see the chart on how to define cousins) hired her to run ships ahead and behind his cruise liners.
That was a good gig. And it brought her a lot of fun, found her a home in the Levantine Sanctum when she wasn’t bothering Sindy and living at their flat over across the galaxy. But right now? She had a bit of extended time away, before attending the Astro Academy, and well, after speaking with Marek, she was allowed a two month (Corellian, of course) leave from Bright Star, her ship would just be put off the record, into drydock for repairs while she used it for her centralized home base to find her answers.
And that was why she was on Dathomir.
It took her time to find the right clan for her, but between the Scissorfist Clan, who was the aggressors and had a very terrifying name, and the Blue Coral Diver Clan, she chose the latter. She’d been here, what, a week? Two? She had been allowed to keep her wristwatch, which was one of those advanced models that had a comlink and monitored the holonet, should her primary terminal, the one on the powered down Blue Seas receive any updates and notifications for her. Of course, it hadn’t, but that was not to be unexpected with it shut down. She had almost gone native, there was a necklace she always wore with a key on it, a keepsake from another time and place, where she might’ve been a witch, but with a wand and a British accent, and the necklace was now on a leather strap made from her first kill. Bracelets decorated her wrists, some as charms, others because they were pretty, and yet more because she wanted to carry a piece of the environment with her. Even her outfits were different, from designer dresses made of an amphibious material, to these made-by-hand fabrics of utilitarian designs.
Token was enjoying her time here.
She’d adjusted to the world here, a bit, her long blonde hair, that was typically kept in some fancy, urban-inspired style in an effort to tame it and keep it from her face, was running a bit more wild. A braid or two, with shells from the coastline and flowers from some of the flowering mangroves nearby. This was a nice world. Rough and wild and untamed, but it had its moments of beauty. The sunrises and sets, the seas, the flora… Sure, she had to deal with the occasional rancor encounter, but she was learning a bit. She had a new spell to quell the beasts, along with her own knack for beast communication.
She was learning to heal without the Force, and without modern medicine. Tricks of the woods, medicinal plants and small chants, were all very useful. The blonde understood what was going on and had been logging everything in her own booklet. A journal on flimsiplast and kept safely under her bedroll. And from here on out the faux-mermaid wannabe would be keeping all her updates in detail, with the date. Or at least relative date. And that would help her remember how she was learning.
Her initial thoughts were that she missed a few things about the world she was a part of... She missed music the most and knew that it would be a while before she saw her kind of music again. Sure, the witches had their kind of music, and while it was cool, there were times when Token was already missing putting on some boots, a dress and heading out to a club. Sure, she had a dress here, and was in boots, but a bow, quiver of arrows and wooden staff were hardly weapons she wanted. More and more a lightsaber was calling to her, and she was hoping to find a crystal here, and she missed her sonic weaponry. It was really representative of what she knew in the Force. Her skill in resonance, and that was seemingly interesting to the Witches.
Maybe the power here was going to help her break the walls that kept the Force from being used effectively. Maybe she’d have to share that with her cousins, with Coren and with Kaia. Marek too, but he didn’t seem to be that big a user of the Force. That was fine, not everyone was.
But some people were, and she knew the center Starchasers were.