The Walker in the Rift
Location: Kashyyyk
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Alana pushed her small skiff off the muddy riverbank, the water around her a dark, reflective green, rippling under the canopy of towering Wroshyr trees. Shafts of sunlight filtered through thick vines and moss, painting the river with dappled light. Birds called out from high above, and somewhere in the distance, a family of Wookiees paddled their larger craft across the mirrored water.
She gripped the fishing rod tightly, a tinge more traditional than the fishing-nets most locals used. However, it suited her quiet, contemplative mood this morning, and she assumed her companion would relate in that regard. The river here was teeming with life: slippery riverfish darted beneath the surface, while larger, slower creatures stirred beneath the shadows of submerged roots. The small motor on the skiff came to light thankfully, as she began the trek out to find a proper fishing spot.
Kneeling in the boat, she glanced over to her companion, and gave a small smile, hoping to get some sort of response out of Reina.
It had been so long, since they had last spoken. Even met to get down to it, but, here they were...fishing...just like they had been all those....however long ago it was.
The woman just felt, cold to her now. Not that Alana didn't deserve it, she had done...quite a deal wrong, in the past few years of her life. Still, she hoped their reunion would....be different than this. The Echani's expression tightened, as she let out a small sigh. For a time, the soft hum of the motor and the sounds of the wildlife was all that could be heard.
Alana mused over what to say, or how to even start this conversation.
There was so much she missed out on. So much she failed to do. In her mind, she was beyond redemption for many things, but, she had to try and make things right with the people she cared about. Reina being on such person.
But what to say?
"So, how's it going?"
She winced as the words left her tongue. Probably not the best way to start this conversation.