Under the Leaves
Location: Coruscant Federal District
Tag:
Adelle Bastiel
At a hole-in-the-wall near the Federal District of Coruscant, Kirie was nursing a steaming portion of noodles from a bowl the size of her head. Every day since her incident with
Anet Raine
, Kirie had awoken with a headache, fever, and nausea akin to the worst hangovers she'd ever had. The only relief, it seemed, was to revel in the Dark again, to let it flow over her pulsing temples and sooth the thrumming behind her eyes. But it was only temporary relief, and every morning she woke up feeling just as rubbish as the one before.She figured she needed to abstain for awhile, to stop rushing to temporary salves and let the discomfort fade on its own, or absorb the energy to properly heal herself from somewhere. That option sent shivers down her spine after what she had done in the temple.
So she was trying sleep, and going on walks, and big, well-seasoned meals like the one in front of her. Kirie twirled the noodles with a pair of chopstick and scooped a big bundle into her mouth, enjoying the spicy, numbing sensation of the seasoning and the rich salty bone broth. She tried to get lost in the moment and enjoy herself, to ignore the looming shadow of the time since they had destroyed Coruscant and began puppeting around its corpse.
A stranger slid onto the stool next to her but Kirie kept her head down. Sith soldiers, workers and, stars forbid it, even other Covenant Acolytes frequented this restaurant during break times and after their shifts reconstructing the Sith Temple. She didn't want to talk to any of them, didn't want to look at any of them. In fact, she found herself wishing lately that she was like Nilira, boxing herself off into an emotionless droid. But she couldn't do that, she still felt everything so deeply.
Kirie tried to stand up suddenly to leave, driven by the intense need to hide herself, to be alone. In her rushing, she accidentally upturned her bowl, spilling her dinner all over the counter and dowsing both herself and the stranger beside her in a healthy amount of broth.
'Oh chit!!' Kirie signed, panicked, her droid waking from standby to swirl above her head while it interpreted and chirped out her expletive. She grabbed the single napkin she had been handed and helplessly dabbed at the spill, which was now dripping off the bar. She looked at the woman beside her apologetically.
'I'm really sorry.'