The snapping sound of a twig started a few colourful birds in their nearby roost. Their movement caused Ala to jerk her head to the right, to make out what it was exactly that had stirred. The forest was dense, and hard going for one on a hoverchair. She was actually beginning to tire from the number of times she had stopped to lift a fallen, moss covered log out of the way, or pull back a branch to squeeze her chair through. The mental energy exerted was beginning to take its toll. She had clearly underestimated the time it would take to get to this great tree of which the locals had spoken. Satisfied that the small birds were not going to get back up, Ala pushed on.
Given the time it had taken her to get out here, it was unlikely that she was going to be getting back to her ship before dusk. So, her attention was not going from finding this tree, and perhaps finding a place to start a new colony of glowworms, to finding a place to spend the night. She had all the provisions she needed, and her hoverchair was comfortable enough to sleep in once her popup tent was erected about it. A place to do all this was the only thing she lacked.
The Force seemed to be smiling upon her, finally, as to her delight a small cave entrance had just come into view. The surroundings bustled with life, and within the cave itself there was clearly a fair amount of creepies and crawlies, but nothing big. Hopefully none of said creepies or crawlies would find their way into the tent as she set it up.
Chair hovering into the dark hole in the nearby grown over hill, Ala began to unpack her tent. She began the careful process of erectig the tent around her hovering chair, before lowering the tent to the ground and then her chair onto the floor of the tent. String ties, pegs and poles floated about her as she directed each piece carefully into place.
Her mind wandered briefly to the frustration she still felt over her disability. Though justly deserved, it still was a burden that she had not become accustomed too. It had been many months since her injury on Sarka, and still she sought resolution to the questions life had given her.
As the tent, and then in order her chair, drifted to the ground of the cave, Ala settled in as best she could, moving her uncoorpertive legs into the best spot possible for at least 3 or 4 hours of unbroken sleep. She would need to readjust after that small dose of sleep, but should get a couple more after that. That is...if the bugs stayed out.
Given the time it had taken her to get out here, it was unlikely that she was going to be getting back to her ship before dusk. So, her attention was not going from finding this tree, and perhaps finding a place to start a new colony of glowworms, to finding a place to spend the night. She had all the provisions she needed, and her hoverchair was comfortable enough to sleep in once her popup tent was erected about it. A place to do all this was the only thing she lacked.
The Force seemed to be smiling upon her, finally, as to her delight a small cave entrance had just come into view. The surroundings bustled with life, and within the cave itself there was clearly a fair amount of creepies and crawlies, but nothing big. Hopefully none of said creepies or crawlies would find their way into the tent as she set it up.
Chair hovering into the dark hole in the nearby grown over hill, Ala began to unpack her tent. She began the careful process of erectig the tent around her hovering chair, before lowering the tent to the ground and then her chair onto the floor of the tent. String ties, pegs and poles floated about her as she directed each piece carefully into place.
Her mind wandered briefly to the frustration she still felt over her disability. Though justly deserved, it still was a burden that she had not become accustomed too. It had been many months since her injury on Sarka, and still she sought resolution to the questions life had given her.
As the tent, and then in order her chair, drifted to the ground of the cave, Ala settled in as best she could, moving her uncoorpertive legs into the best spot possible for at least 3 or 4 hours of unbroken sleep. She would need to readjust after that small dose of sleep, but should get a couple more after that. That is...if the bugs stayed out.
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Heinrich Faust
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