Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Lanax Grayson"]
Alexandra sighed and leaned back in the pilot's chair of her craft as it shot through hyperspace, eyes closed and hands on her stomach. The bulge now more apparent than before and her eyes moving across the roof of the eyelids, trying to pierce them physically though she was able to mentally, breathing in and out in a slow repetitive continuation.
Her sabers were laying on the console and her armor in its rack, for all intents and purposes this was supposed to be a nice quiet ride....
Alexandra sighed and leaned back in the pilot's chair of her craft as it shot through hyperspace, eyes closed and hands on her stomach. The bulge now more apparent than before and her eyes moving across the roof of the eyelids, trying to pierce them physically though she was able to mentally, breathing in and out in a slow repetitive continuation.
Her sabers were laying on the console and her armor in its rack, for all intents and purposes this was supposed to be a nice quiet ride....