Greater Sobrik, Balmorra
"Old Imperial fortress world, where crashed star destroyers, republic corvettes and abandoned droid factories were playgrounds." Ishana said just as she led Kaalia out from the shuttle. The sun shined down on them both casting shadows against the ground. The wind blew by rusting the grass around them as a single path led them toward the Greater Sobrik area and more importantly a tram station. "Don't worry about our stuff, we can get it later." No one was dumb enough to try and hastle someone over luggage, not when there were bigger fish to fry.
The native Balmorran held out her hand for her bride-to-be to take, "think mom'll come around, besides she's at least meeting you in person and not on a holocall this time." A holocall that happened at dawn's early light as far as she had been concerned. "Do you remember what time Hazel said she'd be in?" A thought, "maybe we should wait?"
It'd only been a few weeks since the proposal, and Ishana's body still bore the visable scars of Hoth. Beneath the fabric of her clothes, under her skin were metal rods and screws keeping her together. Rehab and in-classroom training were all that kept her upright with her career these days. Kaalia just kept her sane through the entire process, bailing out over the snow - and her abrupt break of protocol saw to the denial of her promotion, again. "Is that her now? Hope they didn't try to take her to the ol' Bug Town, colicoids..." The brunette shuddered.
"Old Imperial fortress world, where crashed star destroyers, republic corvettes and abandoned droid factories were playgrounds." Ishana said just as she led Kaalia out from the shuttle. The sun shined down on them both casting shadows against the ground. The wind blew by rusting the grass around them as a single path led them toward the Greater Sobrik area and more importantly a tram station. "Don't worry about our stuff, we can get it later." No one was dumb enough to try and hastle someone over luggage, not when there were bigger fish to fry.
The native Balmorran held out her hand for her bride-to-be to take, "think mom'll come around, besides she's at least meeting you in person and not on a holocall this time." A holocall that happened at dawn's early light as far as she had been concerned. "Do you remember what time Hazel said she'd be in?" A thought, "maybe we should wait?"
It'd only been a few weeks since the proposal, and Ishana's body still bore the visable scars of Hoth. Beneath the fabric of her clothes, under her skin were metal rods and screws keeping her together. Rehab and in-classroom training were all that kept her upright with her career these days. Kaalia just kept her sane through the entire process, bailing out over the snow - and her abrupt break of protocol saw to the denial of her promotion, again. "Is that her now? Hope they didn't try to take her to the ol' Bug Town, colicoids..." The brunette shuddered.
[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"]