Lorraei
The Desert Fox
Ray stepped out of the sparkling waters of one of the many private beaches on Chroma Zed. He moved to his waiting picnic area, a series of large, extravagant pillows around a small table on a covered platform. He didn't bother drying off, simply pulling his unusual red and purple robes around himself. The sun would be setting in a few hours, but the tropical planet was still rather warm when one wasn't in the shade.
His coal gaze swept the shore. Some function was happening further down the beach, or so he assumed judging by the gather of boats in the area. A party of some kind no doubt, he thought in passing as he took a refreshment from the waiting servant Droid. Idly he plucked a chilled piece of some local fruit he couldn't name from the table, popped it in his mouth, and start off toward one of the nearby trails. A brief run about perhaps, then some wining and dining. Another enjoyable evening in Paradise. Such were the Rogue's thoughts as he sauntered his way down the sands toward the trees.
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