Daughter of Fen
Lina gave a snort of derision. "Ah yes the crate of wine so eloquently decorated with severed heads. How could I forget?" She chuckled and shook her head her gaze dropping to the floor. The light moment permeated with a flutter of sadness for the daughter she had held that day. She squashed it, like boot would crush an ant. Lucia would never be hers. Lucia was Zambrano, her mind would be bent to their will twisted against her from the moment she would be able to walk. "It feels, like a lifetime ago." She said softly, looking back up at him.
She never would have guessed that their paths would converge in anything other the barely concealed contempt on his part. On her part, at least, she had always been open to the idea of an alliance.
She shook her musings away and shrugged in response to his offer of an officers quarters. "Whatever has a bed and a sanitiser. At this point, I am not fussy." A shower and sleep sounded like heaven.
Darth Strosius
She never would have guessed that their paths would converge in anything other the barely concealed contempt on his part. On her part, at least, she had always been open to the idea of an alliance.
She shook her musings away and shrugged in response to his offer of an officers quarters. "Whatever has a bed and a sanitiser. At this point, I am not fussy." A shower and sleep sounded like heaven.
Darth Strosius