Born Anew
// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Bud a New Flower //
// Focus // //
Oleander
//
// Attire //
An unresting pace clattered against the steel walkways of Nar Shadaa as black toed heels tapped a tune against the grates, the one wearing them seeking to make it to her destination quickly. As useful as this expedition to the Smuggler's Moon had been to Jorryn's studies, she wondered just how much longer she would be stuck in such a decrepit place.
The stench of the filth that called this moon home struck the former Lord Inquisitor's nose violently as she raced towards her goal, whispers among her new contacts in the Black Sun telling Jorryn of a doctor that might be able to advance her studies.
Glass vials clattered from beneath her coat, viscous red liquid gently swirling around in the tubes as she walked. All whose eyes fell upon the silver-haired woman turned away deftly as they caught the glimmer in the low lights of the city. They were familiar enough with blood to know that someone with so much was to be avoided.
Eventually, the clinic that Jorryn sought came into view, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she knew that she would be able to leave these decrepit streets if even for a moment. Lithe fingers tightened around the door before a small jingle parted its hinges. The scent of herbs and flowers immediately cleared whatever filth had overpowered her senses, and the Echani found herself uncommonly mirthful as she entered.
Her chest raised and lowered slowly as she allowed the breaths to fill her lungs before pacing towards the front desk.
"I'm here to see the doctor."
The words were more formal than Jorryn typically spoke with. Normally she would have barged into the back rooms and demanded Oleander's assistance, but her mood was quickly changed by the ambiance. It was cleaner than the rest of the smuggler's moon, plants she had never seen before decorated the waiting room as her hand caressed the petals.
"Tell her Lady Jorryn Fordyce is awaiting her, hoping not to be kept long."
As she said the words, there was an uncommon patience stirring in her chest. As long as this place served as refuge from what lay outside, she may permit the doctor more time than most. Still, the unspoken words to not keep a Sith waiting were hung in the air.
// Objective // Bud a New Flower //
// Focus // //
Oleander
//// Attire //
An unresting pace clattered against the steel walkways of Nar Shadaa as black toed heels tapped a tune against the grates, the one wearing them seeking to make it to her destination quickly. As useful as this expedition to the Smuggler's Moon had been to Jorryn's studies, she wondered just how much longer she would be stuck in such a decrepit place.
The stench of the filth that called this moon home struck the former Lord Inquisitor's nose violently as she raced towards her goal, whispers among her new contacts in the Black Sun telling Jorryn of a doctor that might be able to advance her studies.
Glass vials clattered from beneath her coat, viscous red liquid gently swirling around in the tubes as she walked. All whose eyes fell upon the silver-haired woman turned away deftly as they caught the glimmer in the low lights of the city. They were familiar enough with blood to know that someone with so much was to be avoided.
Eventually, the clinic that Jorryn sought came into view, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she knew that she would be able to leave these decrepit streets if even for a moment. Lithe fingers tightened around the door before a small jingle parted its hinges. The scent of herbs and flowers immediately cleared whatever filth had overpowered her senses, and the Echani found herself uncommonly mirthful as she entered.
Her chest raised and lowered slowly as she allowed the breaths to fill her lungs before pacing towards the front desk.
"I'm here to see the doctor."
The words were more formal than Jorryn typically spoke with. Normally she would have barged into the back rooms and demanded Oleander's assistance, but her mood was quickly changed by the ambiance. It was cleaner than the rest of the smuggler's moon, plants she had never seen before decorated the waiting room as her hand caressed the petals.
"Tell her Lady Jorryn Fordyce is awaiting her, hoping not to be kept long."
As she said the words, there was an uncommon patience stirring in her chest. As long as this place served as refuge from what lay outside, she may permit the doctor more time than most. Still, the unspoken words to not keep a Sith waiting were hung in the air.