Lavender Haze
Naboo, a once resplendent marble of verdancy, now eyed days of youth with longing gaze. Yet in her capital city could still be seen those sweeping columns and towering domes, recalling days of old when no finer jewels existed than Naboo, peerless in beauty and grace. The streets, full of pedestrians and those seeking to peddle their wares at market, still sought to impress. Clean even for the crowds which walked them.
Should one have walked along junction between eighth and padme, a strange sight would great thine eyes. Two entrepreneurs, a table before them. Their wares? Platters of cookies. Dozens of them. Enough to feed all the hungry and destitute in the city.
But they had not come to feed the poor, or heal the sick.
No, of more interest to passers by were their appearances. One, a man, oddly twisted. A cripple? Mayhaps. Something was off, something that lent him a foreign exoticism. The other was short and furry, with a necklace of knuckle bones. An Ewok, with a glimmer in those eyes, black as tar pits. An eye for avarice? Oh yes. And something more.
Come, travelers, come famished to feast at their table. For two credits, let them ply their baked goods, and have a cookie.
[member="Orkamaat"]
Should one have walked along junction between eighth and padme, a strange sight would great thine eyes. Two entrepreneurs, a table before them. Their wares? Platters of cookies. Dozens of them. Enough to feed all the hungry and destitute in the city.
But they had not come to feed the poor, or heal the sick.
No, of more interest to passers by were their appearances. One, a man, oddly twisted. A cripple? Mayhaps. Something was off, something that lent him a foreign exoticism. The other was short and furry, with a necklace of knuckle bones. An Ewok, with a glimmer in those eyes, black as tar pits. An eye for avarice? Oh yes. And something more.
Come, travelers, come famished to feast at their table. For two credits, let them ply their baked goods, and have a cookie.
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Warok nibbled on a pastry. "Mm. Good, yes? Civilization, can you smell it, my Abomination?" He sniffed the air. "Decay of the body, of the spirit. Ah but here the mind trains in books. Books of peace. Books of war. Libraries full of knowledge. And so they call themselves civilized. But they have forgotten the spirits. No one treads the Old Ways anymore. And so their books will make lovely kindling." [member="Orkamaat"]