Jonyna didn't often think about dates. When you're 930, time often blurs together. It was a problem at times, though today, it was a problem of a larger issue.The cathar had spent the day trekking across the jungle of her home-world, as well as across Onderon, a world she had partly visited to familiarize herself with. The world of her beloved had been always a distant one to her. Back in her rebel days, Onderon had been too close to the core to dare venture towards, Imperials crawling all over that sector of space. Back then, you needed to be careful how you got around, where you went, who you were seen with. After she came out of the ice, it was just a matter of not having a reason. Like with many planets, Jonyna was often blind to many of the corners of the galaxy. So many planets were just dots on the galactic map.
She wanted to make herself familiar with the terrain. It was the cathar in her, a culture that put a lot of spiritual meaning into nature. She didn't talk about it much, but she loved the outdoors. The flowing grasslands, the maze of jungles, the smell of the ocean.
That last one only reminded her of her beloved now. Corellian beaches, clean waves and a choice surf.
She had spent her day in the fields.
She wanted to do something for her beloved.
Jenn Kryze would find a bouquet of flowers in her bed the next morning.
Six red roses, with a single pink Camellia in the middle, surrounded by a ring of Gladioluses.
And a small card.
Jonyna was always one to learn new languages. She didn't have the chance to learn much, but she had learned this much. Her handwriting was practically elementary, her spelling was incredibly careful, at one point scribbled over and erased several times over, but the message was clear enough.
Briikase Gota'tuur, Ner Cyare
