Success or Death.
The sun reflected off Saiah's skin much in the same shade as the froth of the seawater lapping at the shores outside of Malif Cove. She looked around with narrowed eyes, the black paints and tattoos that adorned her skin contrasted against the whiteness and gave a certain fierceness to her character. It also brought focus to her pale grey eyes; They surveyed the area, probing her surroundings.
She walked along the shore, her boots in her hand and her feet burrowing in the warm sand. It was curious to her how a planet could be so lush, when her own was an arrid rock and her people hid underground. While thinking, she let a coin flicker over her fingers. Back and forth between the ivory digits of her right hand. Again she was waiting for someone, another offer of teaching. She was excited, one could see that much in her rapid fingering of the coin. Yet, she maintained a cool exterior.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
She walked along the shore, her boots in her hand and her feet burrowing in the warm sand. It was curious to her how a planet could be so lush, when her own was an arrid rock and her people hid underground. While thinking, she let a coin flicker over her fingers. Back and forth between the ivory digits of her right hand. Again she was waiting for someone, another offer of teaching. She was excited, one could see that much in her rapid fingering of the coin. Yet, she maintained a cool exterior.
[member="Darth Ferus"]