Mariel Dawnrider
Wing and a Prayer
Sanctuary
One of the three places the evacuation ships from Dellalt were supposed to go to, Sanctuary was a small blue jewel of a world. Oceanic, dotted with islands, it settled peacefully in what had once been part of the Silver Jedi's protectorate. Far enough removed from the Sith Empire and the now crumbling Ancient Eye, it had been a logical choice for the refugees from Dellalt. Those that might not stay there in the long run at least could have a chance to get their feet back under them.
While neither Harper nor [member="Alden Belmont"]'s families were on the ship meant to come here originally, there were only so many places they could look. [member="Ember Farseer"] had understood their need to check, just asked that they take one of the new recruits along, a young man by the name of @Jace Khel.
It was hard, having hope. Or maybe the hope was easy and only the disappointment of it was hard.
Either way, it was disappointment that found the trio. Perhaps not Jace, at least not directly. But Harper stepped out of the last shop, shaking her head and shoving her hands deep into her pockets.
"No luck," she muttered to Jace.
Alden had headed in the opposite direction, and they had plans to meet later.... but those plans had also included this taking longer than the series of simple 'noes' the young woman had been greeted with.
"You?" He'd checked next door, and she had to ask, but from his look she wasn't expecting much.
[member="Zark"]