La'Ca Cavataio
Little Tea Pot
Being wrapped up on Dathomir for so many years, La’Ca did want to explore to improve herself for Mira. Big mean witchy like her deity and Mira would mean a lot to her. Also, it would feed into her obsession to be perfect. So, looking through her deity’s logs of travel. One world came up that seemed similar to her home was Ryloth. The witches there did not know truly but they were witches and Petra’s noted something about Dathomir source.
Arriving on Ryloth, time to wait was not there. There was a need to rush because how bored the skipping woman could get in seconds. La’Ca would a little destructive from the boredom, and no one needed that to happen. Friendly relationships among witches were more important. Still, she made sure to dash across the land on a speeder to get to the Nightlands.
It was all pretty to La’Ca in the Nightlands. The luminescent forest of crystalline flora had the witch spinning slowly going oohing and ahhing. She was all like ‘shiny’ things. Getting lost was going to be so easy for her in minutes. There was not care in the world for this witch.
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Arriving on Ryloth, time to wait was not there. There was a need to rush because how bored the skipping woman could get in seconds. La’Ca would a little destructive from the boredom, and no one needed that to happen. Friendly relationships among witches were more important. Still, she made sure to dash across the land on a speeder to get to the Nightlands.
It was all pretty to La’Ca in the Nightlands. The luminescent forest of crystalline flora had the witch spinning slowly going oohing and ahhing. She was all like ‘shiny’ things. Getting lost was going to be so easy for her in minutes. There was not care in the world for this witch.
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