A rather plain blonde girl sat under the shade of a giant tree.
The very picture of serenity, the young woman poured into the datapad that lay in her lap. Ithor was fast becoming her favourite planet and the gentle giants that inhabited it her favourite species. Were she ever to lose her lust for exploration this was definitely where she would settle down.
Even the history of the planet fascinated her.
Chomp on the other hand did not agree. Of course, Evelynn Dorn was not about to allow her hound to roam free amongst the crowds upon the floating city of Tafanda Bay. She could imagine him, bowling over herds of the peaceful natives and in return they would cast disapproving gazes towards her (because they were too polite to say anything). The thought of it almost caused her to start blushing on the spot.
So the kath hound lay next to her while she read, day-dreaming about chasing gizka and devouring the succulent flesh of banthas. Occasionally she would intertwine her fingers in his mane, this was contentment, serenity. Chomp on the other hand huffed.
“We'll go somewhere you like next time," she said, smiling softly. He may have not understood a shred of basic (being an animal) but from the inflection in her voice he understood.
Yet continued to huff.
The very picture of serenity, the young woman poured into the datapad that lay in her lap. Ithor was fast becoming her favourite planet and the gentle giants that inhabited it her favourite species. Were she ever to lose her lust for exploration this was definitely where she would settle down.
Even the history of the planet fascinated her.
Chomp on the other hand did not agree. Of course, Evelynn Dorn was not about to allow her hound to roam free amongst the crowds upon the floating city of Tafanda Bay. She could imagine him, bowling over herds of the peaceful natives and in return they would cast disapproving gazes towards her (because they were too polite to say anything). The thought of it almost caused her to start blushing on the spot.
So the kath hound lay next to her while she read, day-dreaming about chasing gizka and devouring the succulent flesh of banthas. Occasionally she would intertwine her fingers in his mane, this was contentment, serenity. Chomp on the other hand huffed.
“We'll go somewhere you like next time," she said, smiling softly. He may have not understood a shred of basic (being an animal) but from the inflection in her voice he understood.
Yet continued to huff.