Miarta
The Stereotypes of the Past Shall Never Define Me
Miarta had once again stowed away on a random cargo ship. It had become her primary method of travel between planets. Being a travelling artist and former Jedi padawan didn't leave you much money for a personal ship. She was occupied with her datapad, drawing a sketch of the ship she was on. She had modified the datapad to be suitable for drawing, it helped her get customers much easier than handing them her old-fashion sketchbook. The datapad stored more drawings and she could add color to them much easier. The book was mostly black and white drawings and couldn't hold as many. She sighed and let her head lean back against a crate. She wondered where this ship would take her. Ever since Josh had left she had been on her own. She abandoned the Jedi with no plans of ever returning. She'd find something to do with herself eventually, but for now she was stuck with attempting to make money of her drawing ability. Some nobles had commissioned her for jobs, but she still barely made enough to support herself. [member="Juthan'Athar'Oran"]