by Moyr Ahaya » Wed Jul 05, 2017 11:43 pm
Eventually, Moyr reached the shore and walked out of the water calm. She put her hand on the older woman's arm and slumped, heaving. She seemed at least exhausted, maybe hurt. "Thank you for waiting, Hala. I survived, but I don't remember much of what happened. As demeaning as it sounds, my mind couldn't probably take it in one fell swoop."
Sith | Lethan Twi'lek | Former Smuggler | Shadow | Radical | Subversive | Honorary Fett | ProfileWear: casual, concealing, jungle, or Mandalorian!; Weapon: 'Passion' (shadowsheathed twin-bladed lightsabre), X-30 Lancer, palm stunner, frags; Stuff: commlink, datapad, hand scanner, scramble key, survival kit, stimpacks; Ship: The Bitch, Corellian-Mandalorian hybrid light freighter; Crew: "Gunnie" Wren, co-pilot & T3-X3, maintenance droid; Companions: Virginia, battle droid"You can have only as much liberty as you have the instinct to want and the audacity to take."