Serah Oricion
Character
Lothal
Midday
Serah rubbed her eyes as she ate from the skewered meat she had gotten from a vendor not far away, her chin resting in her other hand and the sound of the wind brushing past her ear. She was on Lothal today, checking up on her brother's progress through the holonet, smiling as she read about him and her fingers tapping on the side of her jaw. She had left the Ren a while back, the exact time lost on her mind and she enjoyed the freedom that had come with it. She was not connected to anyone or anything now, able to see the galaxy in her own way and experience the worlds she visited without care.
She was still dark though, and would not deny that if approached by a Jedi. She had been trained to use her emotions as her source or power and to let them drive her. While the latter was something she was a bit more cautious with, she still did owe her leaving the Ren to what she felt. So silver linings.
The thought caused a small chuckle from her again as she looked towards the other side of the street. She wondered what she would come across today, curious about who and what it is that would show up today. Perhaps she would run into a Jedi, get to play with one of them and enjoy the irritation that seemed to come with them not understanding the fun and power that rested in one's emotions. Or we perhaps she would run into a smuggler with a prize she could lift off his person. Or perhaps she would find a musician, someone that she could learn from and get a wider array of sounds for her to replicate.
It was interesting to finally be out in the world now, though the lack of money has made it a bit harder. The food she was eating now had been lifted from a vendor, her ride here had been a slaver she had hijacked and killed before coming to the planet. Normally she would take her own fighter but this was Galactic Alliance space now which meant her coming in a clawcraft would be more than suspicious, not that the dead slaver and his ship didn't cause a stir when it was found. She wondered why people even cared, he was a criminal and she had done more good by killing him than waiting for him to get out and about. It was just when she was in the First Order. The structure had become far too dull for her, the control of how she was suppose to understand the world. She had been given power but was a servant rather than free to do as she pleased.
The thought caused any hint of a smile to fade and for her to lean a bit more into her hand, sighing at the people that walked by.
Midday
Serah rubbed her eyes as she ate from the skewered meat she had gotten from a vendor not far away, her chin resting in her other hand and the sound of the wind brushing past her ear. She was on Lothal today, checking up on her brother's progress through the holonet, smiling as she read about him and her fingers tapping on the side of her jaw. She had left the Ren a while back, the exact time lost on her mind and she enjoyed the freedom that had come with it. She was not connected to anyone or anything now, able to see the galaxy in her own way and experience the worlds she visited without care.
She was still dark though, and would not deny that if approached by a Jedi. She had been trained to use her emotions as her source or power and to let them drive her. While the latter was something she was a bit more cautious with, she still did owe her leaving the Ren to what she felt. So silver linings.
The thought caused a small chuckle from her again as she looked towards the other side of the street. She wondered what she would come across today, curious about who and what it is that would show up today. Perhaps she would run into a Jedi, get to play with one of them and enjoy the irritation that seemed to come with them not understanding the fun and power that rested in one's emotions. Or we perhaps she would run into a smuggler with a prize she could lift off his person. Or perhaps she would find a musician, someone that she could learn from and get a wider array of sounds for her to replicate.
It was interesting to finally be out in the world now, though the lack of money has made it a bit harder. The food she was eating now had been lifted from a vendor, her ride here had been a slaver she had hijacked and killed before coming to the planet. Normally she would take her own fighter but this was Galactic Alliance space now which meant her coming in a clawcraft would be more than suspicious, not that the dead slaver and his ship didn't cause a stir when it was found. She wondered why people even cared, he was a criminal and she had done more good by killing him than waiting for him to get out and about. It was just when she was in the First Order. The structure had become far too dull for her, the control of how she was suppose to understand the world. She had been given power but was a servant rather than free to do as she pleased.
The thought caused any hint of a smile to fade and for her to lean a bit more into her hand, sighing at the people that walked by.