Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Tatooine surface, 1305 hours.
Gherron shielded his eyes from the blistering sun as he stepped out of the spaceport. When was the last time he'd been to Tatooine? He couldn't recall, and he was starting to realize why. The dry heat made it feel like a massive blowdryer whenever the winds decided to gust. How could anyone live here? He remembered stories off the top of his head of quite a few Jedi growing up in what he saw as a wasteland. How they'd managed it, he didn't know. However, he wanted to make the best of it. The first planet he'd been on in some time since Refuge, he wanted to make sure he had something to remember it by. But first... Spinning around, it took all but two seconds to find the nearest bar. A small grin played on his lips as he walked in and sat down at a table in one of the corners. Josh wouldn't freak out if he couldn't find him, he hoped. He just needed a good drink, something that couldn't be found in a forest.
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Gherron shielded his eyes from the blistering sun as he stepped out of the spaceport. When was the last time he'd been to Tatooine? He couldn't recall, and he was starting to realize why. The dry heat made it feel like a massive blowdryer whenever the winds decided to gust. How could anyone live here? He remembered stories off the top of his head of quite a few Jedi growing up in what he saw as a wasteland. How they'd managed it, he didn't know. However, he wanted to make the best of it. The first planet he'd been on in some time since Refuge, he wanted to make sure he had something to remember it by. But first... Spinning around, it took all but two seconds to find the nearest bar. A small grin played on his lips as he walked in and sat down at a table in one of the corners. Josh wouldn't freak out if he couldn't find him, he hoped. He just needed a good drink, something that couldn't be found in a forest.
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]