The warm oceans spread before her like an ever shifting blanket whose expanse reached the horizon and beyond.
How long had it been since she'd last stepped foot upon this world? Pelagon... The place where it had all begun, in many ways. Where she'd found the young
Thurion Heavenshield
who had immediately and completely stolen her heart. Closing her eyes, she could see him once more. The sandy blonde hair, the soft yet intense eyes which had seen far more than any boy his age ought to have. She ached with a motherly longing to see him again, but she knew that she could not. There was no way to know if the Vornskr's eyes remained upon her, there was no way to know if she was playing an unwilling role in some trap, so she would keep her distance.
Thurion Heavenshield
who had immediately and completely stolen her heart. Closing her eyes, she could see him once more. The sandy blonde hair, the soft yet intense eyes which had seen far more than any boy his age ought to have. She ached with a motherly longing to see him again, but she knew that she could not. There was no way to know if the Vornskr's eyes remained upon her, there was no way to know if she was playing an unwilling role in some trap, so she would keep her distance.
Still, of all the planets in all the Galaxy what were the chances that
Cale Gunderson
had seen fit to bring her here? She was not at the capital, Pelagar was much too busy for a mind as fractured as her own, no he'd promised her quiet and that was what she had. Just a small village, set atop a floating seascape made of metal. Somewhere to breathe, somewhere to think, somewhere to be.
Cale Gunderson
had seen fit to bring her here? She was not at the capital, Pelagar was much too busy for a mind as fractured as her own, no he'd promised her quiet and that was what she had. Just a small village, set atop a floating seascape made of metal. Somewhere to breathe, somewhere to think, somewhere to be.
The salty breeze was a welcome change from the recycled air afforded by way of starship travel. Bracing, tart even, it soaked into her lungs and breathed life anew within her. It was enough to make a grown woman cry; true fresh air...
No longer adorned in the black attire she'd been kept in for Force knew how long, Asha now bore clothes of varying earthly tones. Clay browns and ruddy oranges and the colour of sandy dunes. It was a welcome change, to be sure, though the cloak was perhaps a little much for so warm of a world. She removed it, laying it over her arm, and glanced at the buildings and people who busied themselves with their every day lives.
Swallowing her apprehension, she approached one of the locals, who was bringing in fish from a water barge, and bowed her head lightly in greeting. "Would you like a hand?" she offered, in many ways mirroring her first interaction with Cale. Pay it forward. That was something she could do.
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