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Saffia, SerennoMid-Day
Status: Hungry
The Countess of Dirt made her way through the shadows, her gaze roaming the high-raised buildings. Her little tummy rumbled beneath her thin tunic, dragging her attention away from the noble counts and countesses in their lofty homes. She could feel their pseudo-misery even from here. Oh no, we're out of blue milk, whatever will we do?, or Pass me the Corellian Whiskey, they're upping the tax bracket! ugh. While she did not loathe them, their lives or the way they lived... Well, she couldn't help but feel as though their priorities were a little... Out of whack.
Rhiari tried to recall the number of days which had passed since she was last successful in acquiring food. The constant tummy rumbling indicated it had been a while, the physical aching even longer. Part of her wished they would come down from their towers, climb from their high horses, and realise that there was more to the Galaxy than credits and wine. But at the same time she refused to act as selfish as they were. She was but a tiny blot on the planet of Serenno, the urchin of Saffia's streets. Compared to those most noble beings she was nothing.
The true Countess of Dirt.
And she was ever so hungry.
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