The Forgotten
The forests of Alderaan were home to a massive variety of small creatures, from furry moths to red birds. Minna admired them as she strolled towards her usual meditation place; a clearing in the forest with a river running through. On the side of the river was a large, disc-shaped rock, on which Minna sat. She crossed her legs, closing her eyes and reaching out to the force. It was peaceful, quiet, undisturbed as usual. Until she felt a life-form coming closer. It was too large to be one of the moths or birds, so it could only be a person. Maybe they were lost, or just exploring the forests of the planet? Minna did not know, but she opened her eyes and waited to see if they reached the clearing.
She hoped they were friendly.
She hoped they were friendly.