Once every five years, Chir'da thinks, as she wanders over the walkways between ships great and small, means that is was definitely worth turning down a new gig while out in this corner of the galaxy. Sure, the pay would be good, and it'd be free board to a new planet, but --
All this life, all this crowded thrum of new sights and sounds -- totally worth it.
She's already bought a few new ribbons to tie around her lekku -- jewel-bright sapphire and burgundy and a deep golden yellow -- and some silken cloth in similarly bright colors to turn into the newest loose wraps she likes to wear over her functional gray bodysuit. There's a list of a few items she'd like to pick up -- mostly missing tools, datapad memory cards, and three spare droid parts to ship back to her foster mothers', whose R2 unit could do with some sprucing up.
There's a moment where Chir'da skips back a step to avoid colliding with a Rodian boy followed by a R4 droid. She's laughing, though, lekku twitching in a fond commentary about the energy of kids (from the ancient perspective of being seventeen), when she pauses, caught by a display of jewelry and carved wooden statues laid out on an elaborately decorated table.
She'll be here for a few minutes, fingers gently touching each stone chip, each smooth line of the carvings. It's soothing, in a way.
Except --
"Oh, sorry!"
Maybe it's a good idea not to block the walkway while browsing. Hopefully the other Twi'lek and her orange-topped astromech don't get too upset at the obstruction.
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All this life, all this crowded thrum of new sights and sounds -- totally worth it.
She's already bought a few new ribbons to tie around her lekku -- jewel-bright sapphire and burgundy and a deep golden yellow -- and some silken cloth in similarly bright colors to turn into the newest loose wraps she likes to wear over her functional gray bodysuit. There's a list of a few items she'd like to pick up -- mostly missing tools, datapad memory cards, and three spare droid parts to ship back to her foster mothers', whose R2 unit could do with some sprucing up.
There's a moment where Chir'da skips back a step to avoid colliding with a Rodian boy followed by a R4 droid. She's laughing, though, lekku twitching in a fond commentary about the energy of kids (from the ancient perspective of being seventeen), when she pauses, caught by a display of jewelry and carved wooden statues laid out on an elaborately decorated table.
She'll be here for a few minutes, fingers gently touching each stone chip, each smooth line of the carvings. It's soothing, in a way.
Except --
"Oh, sorry!"
Maybe it's a good idea not to block the walkway while browsing. Hopefully the other Twi'lek and her orange-topped astromech don't get too upset at the obstruction.