Coryth Elaris
Shortstack of Fire
Coryth wandered slowly through the streets. Her clothing, simple attire of one who had long lived on the bare minimum. A simple black long sleeve shirt, a pair of dark slacks fitted to her tiny frame and a shortened grey cloak. At 4'11 she was short by modern standards and often still asked for ID of at bars even though it had been eight years since she was old enough to truly drink. Problems of the vertically challenged. Her feet, bare on the pavement, brutal scars criss-crossed the exposed flesh on the tops of her feet, and if one were to look closely the bottom as well. Those same scars, a veritable crosshatch pattern covered much of the woman's body, save for her hands, her neck and her face. She'd been spared in that. And even though said scars were just over a decade old the still were the same dark purple that they were the day she left the hospital.
It was a new day, on a world she had never before been. The name she could not recall for the transport she was on had problems in route and was diverted here. As to where exactly she was, the tiny redhead was not certain. The force seemed to be tugging at her, and here her senses were wide open as she moved onwards. Right now, she had no reason to hide her presence and felt no threats but at any point that could change, the Jedi Master fully aware of how quickly life tended to change. It was about the only thing that was guaranteed in the Universe.
The woman moved into a large open market, she had time to kill until the next transport went out. As the wind wrapped around her, tugging at her cloak, it seemed to have gotten stuck on her saber, and idly without a thought she reached up and tugged it from the weapon and shifted it back down around her. Her eyes had been focused on the elegant goods before her. And money a plenty these days with her job in the Protectorate, she was actually debating on a beautiful blue and silver pottery set that was on display. A thin smile on her lips as she leaned in looking it over.
It was a new day, on a world she had never before been. The name she could not recall for the transport she was on had problems in route and was diverted here. As to where exactly she was, the tiny redhead was not certain. The force seemed to be tugging at her, and here her senses were wide open as she moved onwards. Right now, she had no reason to hide her presence and felt no threats but at any point that could change, the Jedi Master fully aware of how quickly life tended to change. It was about the only thing that was guaranteed in the Universe.
The woman moved into a large open market, she had time to kill until the next transport went out. As the wind wrapped around her, tugging at her cloak, it seemed to have gotten stuck on her saber, and idly without a thought she reached up and tugged it from the weapon and shifted it back down around her. Her eyes had been focused on the elegant goods before her. And money a plenty these days with her job in the Protectorate, she was actually debating on a beautiful blue and silver pottery set that was on display. A thin smile on her lips as she leaned in looking it over.