The two suns of Tatooine violently pelted their hot, merciless rays down onto the baron planet. The heat that radiated from them made Akodya Mune cringe. At of all the places she could have fled to she had picked the one she loathed most of all, she had no idea why. Red dust and sand clothed everything on the outer rim world, it's buildings, it's moisture farms...it's people. Ever since she was a child Akodya had found the heat uncomfortable. Maybe that is why she had decided to come here? because the Padawan Mune everyone knew had made it clear how much she hated Tatooine. She had become what she used to hate, so maybe she should embrace everything she had disliked as a member of Order.
As she weaved through the sticky, buzzing crowds Akodya's fingers curled around her lightsaber hilt out of an old habit. Her eyes shifted across small market tables that various beings had set up to show of what worthless things they were trying to tell at ridiculous prices. Rolling her eyes she moved her gaze to a cantina a few meters away. Maybe she could get something to drink? find out if anyone was selling some cheap ships? that would make running away easier. Picking up the pace, Akodya was suddenly stopped. One stall clerk thrust a beaded necklace into her face, giving her a false smile.
"Woah there gorgeous! what's the rush? theses pretty beads would look ravishing around your pretty little neck! they can be your for-" The brunette quickly cut the man off.
"I don't want them." She hissed, before grabbing his wrist the slamming it back into his stand. Stang, why was everyone on this dirty rock so slimy? It grated on her nerves. The man whimpered at her action, which made her let go, her eyes widening a fraction. Her anger was barely surpressed at this point. She needed to calm down. Quickly dashing away, Akodya sighed. She didn't have to show restraint anymore. Not expressing emotion is more dangerous than embracing them! if she was frustrated, she would make it known.
Then why was she still trying to remain in control?
As she weaved through the sticky, buzzing crowds Akodya's fingers curled around her lightsaber hilt out of an old habit. Her eyes shifted across small market tables that various beings had set up to show of what worthless things they were trying to tell at ridiculous prices. Rolling her eyes she moved her gaze to a cantina a few meters away. Maybe she could get something to drink? find out if anyone was selling some cheap ships? that would make running away easier. Picking up the pace, Akodya was suddenly stopped. One stall clerk thrust a beaded necklace into her face, giving her a false smile.
"Woah there gorgeous! what's the rush? theses pretty beads would look ravishing around your pretty little neck! they can be your for-" The brunette quickly cut the man off.
"I don't want them." She hissed, before grabbing his wrist the slamming it back into his stand. Stang, why was everyone on this dirty rock so slimy? It grated on her nerves. The man whimpered at her action, which made her let go, her eyes widening a fraction. Her anger was barely surpressed at this point. She needed to calm down. Quickly dashing away, Akodya sighed. She didn't have to show restraint anymore. Not expressing emotion is more dangerous than embracing them! if she was frustrated, she would make it known.
Then why was she still trying to remain in control?