Starleaves n Stimcafs
Among the Leaves.
Unnamed Temperate Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4
Laying prone while she was healed, spine was gone, family was gone, father was gone, jedi order was gone. Daughter was safe. Strangely she was peaceful with their passing, acceptance, or just couldn’t feel what her healer was doing to her body, maybe her numbness below her hips helped, loss of feeling across much of her body resulting from his herbs. Laying on a small stone tablet while the stranger worked on repairing her injuries best he could, cushioned by local bush. Skilled healer he was, which was why she’d survived her tornado at all, and he was treating her with care.
Corellian by the looks of him. She was wrapped up in comforting linen, herbs and natural aids strapped to wounds, treated gently, as her condition was fragile. Winds as expected blowing around their alter, but he was so careful and gentle, her temperament reflecting their environment in light gusts. He reminded her of Taiden, her thoughts wondering about her friend, she'd been poor friends to them letting them drift so far. Silly thing to be thinking about right now. Around her were other refugees, or homeless, shelter of sorts like she had built on their former Eldorai homeworld.
Quaint little place, nothing but their basics, her memories of her time here were fuzzy, nose itched. She wanted to turn her head, but he touched her forehead to remind her to be still. Minutes passed to hours, murky thoughts and drifting images. Work was going on behind her, building ranches, cattle, lives.
Unnamed Temperate Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4
Laying prone while she was healed, spine was gone, family was gone, father was gone, jedi order was gone. Daughter was safe. Strangely she was peaceful with their passing, acceptance, or just couldn’t feel what her healer was doing to her body, maybe her numbness below her hips helped, loss of feeling across much of her body resulting from his herbs. Laying on a small stone tablet while the stranger worked on repairing her injuries best he could, cushioned by local bush. Skilled healer he was, which was why she’d survived her tornado at all, and he was treating her with care.
Corellian by the looks of him. She was wrapped up in comforting linen, herbs and natural aids strapped to wounds, treated gently, as her condition was fragile. Winds as expected blowing around their alter, but he was so careful and gentle, her temperament reflecting their environment in light gusts. He reminded her of Taiden, her thoughts wondering about her friend, she'd been poor friends to them letting them drift so far. Silly thing to be thinking about right now. Around her were other refugees, or homeless, shelter of sorts like she had built on their former Eldorai homeworld.
Quaint little place, nothing but their basics, her memories of her time here were fuzzy, nose itched. She wanted to turn her head, but he touched her forehead to remind her to be still. Minutes passed to hours, murky thoughts and drifting images. Work was going on behind her, building ranches, cattle, lives.