The long lush grasses of Dantooine bristled in the breeze.
It was straight out of a classic landscape painting if not for one thing, the young woman sitting in the middle of it all. If you slapped a half-arsed quote about boys right on top of it you could share it on a social network and watch it go viral.
Of course, Evelynn Dorn was not thinking about boys.
The girl had been awaiting the return of her mother for months now. The stay at home daughter and her gallivanting mum, how was that for role reversal? She wasn't coming back. A high-pitched whine concurred with that very thought, Chomp the Kath Hound skulked around in the background adding to the already morose atmosphere.
Her mother was dead, and deep down inside she knew it.
“You can't come to the market, Chomp,” she said softly to the great beast, pushing thoughts of her mum to the back of her mind. Another whine was the response. “The farmers think you've been at their livestock again.” Without even sparing a glance at the tame beast she could feel his guilt, he had been misbehaving much more than usual since the absence of mother., after all he was hers, not Evelynn's.
Standing up and brushing herself off she took a moment to enjoy the breeze kissing her skin like a silken massage. It was a beautiful day, a pity it was punctuated by such tragedy. No longer did her eyes search the skies for her shuttle to come. When all hope is lost what else is left? Grocery shopping, of course. Life stops for no man and they still needed to eat.
“Behave yourself,” the timid girl said, almost managing to sound stern. Then it was off to get supplies from the local market, such an exciting rural life to lead.
It was straight out of a classic landscape painting if not for one thing, the young woman sitting in the middle of it all. If you slapped a half-arsed quote about boys right on top of it you could share it on a social network and watch it go viral.
Of course, Evelynn Dorn was not thinking about boys.
The girl had been awaiting the return of her mother for months now. The stay at home daughter and her gallivanting mum, how was that for role reversal? She wasn't coming back. A high-pitched whine concurred with that very thought, Chomp the Kath Hound skulked around in the background adding to the already morose atmosphere.
Her mother was dead, and deep down inside she knew it.
“You can't come to the market, Chomp,” she said softly to the great beast, pushing thoughts of her mum to the back of her mind. Another whine was the response. “The farmers think you've been at their livestock again.” Without even sparing a glance at the tame beast she could feel his guilt, he had been misbehaving much more than usual since the absence of mother., after all he was hers, not Evelynn's.
Standing up and brushing herself off she took a moment to enjoy the breeze kissing her skin like a silken massage. It was a beautiful day, a pity it was punctuated by such tragedy. No longer did her eyes search the skies for her shuttle to come. When all hope is lost what else is left? Grocery shopping, of course. Life stops for no man and they still needed to eat.
“Behave yourself,” the timid girl said, almost managing to sound stern. Then it was off to get supplies from the local market, such an exciting rural life to lead.