Location: Kashyyyk
Attire: [X]
Tags: Open
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In the two years that Charlotte Knyte had spent fully grown, she had probably caused more chaos at any given point than she did good. Now, that's not to say she caused the sort of chaos that ultimately lead to wars and such. No, it was the sort of chaos that brought about angry shop owners, or flustered and/or frustrated civilians as they were pranked and generally humiliated without mercy. Typically, that wasn't the goal - to humiliate others. The usual goal was to just get out, away from training, and away from her mother. Yes, Acadia meant well when it came to her daughter, but she was more smothering now than she had been before Lottie's magical-seeming grow up.
Today was no different. Charlotte had returned to Kashyyyk to not only see her family of course, but for scheduled training with her mother. Unfortunately, that had turned out like it always did; pushing and pushing one thing until it became monotonous and Lottie had enough. Thus her grand escape! Her mother had been called to the healing halls for some reason or another, and Lottie took that chance to make a break for it.
The air of Kashyyyk was by no means her favorite, but the outside air was much more relaxing to her than inside the SJO temple. She had taken a much needed, deep breath, and then was on the move. Half an hour later and she was skidding around the corner of a building, doing her best to not laugh hysterically due to the shouts of outrage that had trailed along the air behind her. The sandy brunette was partially covered in a baking substance of some sort - dusting of it on her clothes, a smear or two across her cheek, but the shop down the row? The very substance was still clouding out the windows and front door. Why? Well originally she had gone in for lunch, and the shop keep had been less than platonic with her. Thus, some well place Force use, and bam.
This time around, Lottie felt insanely justified, though she knew eventually this sort of thing was going to get her into a load of trouble that she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of - not that she was intimidated by that thought, or even put off by it. So for now, she would do what she always did; enjoy her fun and games at whatever the cost - and wait in her current hiding spot for the heat to die down so that she could move along and go on about her day as if nothing were amiss.
Attire: [X]
Tags: Open
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In the two years that Charlotte Knyte had spent fully grown, she had probably caused more chaos at any given point than she did good. Now, that's not to say she caused the sort of chaos that ultimately lead to wars and such. No, it was the sort of chaos that brought about angry shop owners, or flustered and/or frustrated civilians as they were pranked and generally humiliated without mercy. Typically, that wasn't the goal - to humiliate others. The usual goal was to just get out, away from training, and away from her mother. Yes, Acadia meant well when it came to her daughter, but she was more smothering now than she had been before Lottie's magical-seeming grow up.
Today was no different. Charlotte had returned to Kashyyyk to not only see her family of course, but for scheduled training with her mother. Unfortunately, that had turned out like it always did; pushing and pushing one thing until it became monotonous and Lottie had enough. Thus her grand escape! Her mother had been called to the healing halls for some reason or another, and Lottie took that chance to make a break for it.
The air of Kashyyyk was by no means her favorite, but the outside air was much more relaxing to her than inside the SJO temple. She had taken a much needed, deep breath, and then was on the move. Half an hour later and she was skidding around the corner of a building, doing her best to not laugh hysterically due to the shouts of outrage that had trailed along the air behind her. The sandy brunette was partially covered in a baking substance of some sort - dusting of it on her clothes, a smear or two across her cheek, but the shop down the row? The very substance was still clouding out the windows and front door. Why? Well originally she had gone in for lunch, and the shop keep had been less than platonic with her. Thus, some well place Force use, and bam.
This time around, Lottie felt insanely justified, though she knew eventually this sort of thing was going to get her into a load of trouble that she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of - not that she was intimidated by that thought, or even put off by it. So for now, she would do what she always did; enjoy her fun and games at whatever the cost - and wait in her current hiding spot for the heat to die down so that she could move along and go on about her day as if nothing were amiss.