Zayani Brin
Sabercat
Lexa walked down the dusty streets of Mos Eisley, covering her eyes as another gust of wind tossed sand into the air. Milling around on Tattooine at midday would sunburn a normal person in an hour. But Lexa never felt heat, or cold for that matter. The weather was just fine to her. It was just the sand that she could live without....... She made her way to a small awning with a wall blocking the wind, and took refuge there for a while. Seeing as how the storm wouldn't let up any time soon, she decided to sit and meditate for a time.
@[member="Lorna Nera"]
@[member="Lorna Nera"]