soft epilogue
It had been a while since Loske had touched paper. Everything in her world, that she had ever known, had been paperless. Purely digital. The light substance felt foreign to her touch, and she studied the characters on the page as much as she observed [member="Kaili Talith"]’s shakiness. That incident had been truly disturbing, it seemed.
Mrs. Bebo - the Bebo family. A wan simper spread across the girl’s pouted lips and she nodded toward the droidmaker at the dismissal of the story. Though she was disappointed. Loske adored stories - some innate desire to know about people.
“No worries,” she shrugged, folding the torn piece of paper with the contact and sliding it into her jacket’s inner pocket. The benefits of the star fighter she piloted meant she could land in close proximity of … basically anything without a dedicated landing strip.
“Okay, so, address - check. Name - check. Droid…” she looked toward the metallic figure with apprehension.
Yeah.
She didn’t really want to lift that.
“Think you could use your Force magic and trot that thing outside…”
Mrs. Bebo - the Bebo family. A wan simper spread across the girl’s pouted lips and she nodded toward the droidmaker at the dismissal of the story. Though she was disappointed. Loske adored stories - some innate desire to know about people.
“No worries,” she shrugged, folding the torn piece of paper with the contact and sliding it into her jacket’s inner pocket. The benefits of the star fighter she piloted meant she could land in close proximity of … basically anything without a dedicated landing strip.
“Okay, so, address - check. Name - check. Droid…” she looked toward the metallic figure with apprehension.
Yeah.
She didn’t really want to lift that.
“Think you could use your Force magic and trot that thing outside…”