Oh you pretty thing
She’d not been home in a while. She almost forgot what the smell of Pamarthe was like. She’d spent time on many a coastal world since leaving, sometime with Manu Xextos training in the ways of the Jedi, and found herself on Dathomir and most recently on Kattada with the Jedi and serving as the Village Elder for the Blue Coral Divers on Kattada. She had kept up with sailing and even piloting to an extent, but her skill wasn’t as a pilot.
Sure, she could race in sublight, but she wasn’t a fighter pilot, no, she was merely a racer and taking to the Force like, well, a duck to water, she supposed. Or whatever the proper Pamarthean saying would be. Still, the woman was back on her homeworld, and she was happy. She had some of her supplies with her. The temperature of her new adopted world and her homeworld were very similar. Simple leathers, her belt with her gear, not much more than a few medicinal plants, battery packs, and a few smaller trinkets, some Force imbued and alchemized, others just, well, pretty.
So what if her clan was the Blue Coral Divers, she was from Pamarthe, and her Jedi Temple was on Kattada? She was going to find some pretty nice shells, damnit.
Anyway, she was back home, and had sailed out to one of the islands for a bit of R&R and there was a small reenactment festival going on. Using ancient weapons of the world, learning the heritage of some of the larger island-states, and a small sailing race. What she was here for was the ranged weapons demonstrations. She had her energy bow, and now she needed to learn to use it.
She could’ve gone to Dathomir, but she felt like it was time to reconnect with some of her roots. Even her outfit and the boat she took out to the island was set up in the way of her family’s lineage.
Sure, she could race in sublight, but she wasn’t a fighter pilot, no, she was merely a racer and taking to the Force like, well, a duck to water, she supposed. Or whatever the proper Pamarthean saying would be. Still, the woman was back on her homeworld, and she was happy. She had some of her supplies with her. The temperature of her new adopted world and her homeworld were very similar. Simple leathers, her belt with her gear, not much more than a few medicinal plants, battery packs, and a few smaller trinkets, some Force imbued and alchemized, others just, well, pretty.
So what if her clan was the Blue Coral Divers, she was from Pamarthe, and her Jedi Temple was on Kattada? She was going to find some pretty nice shells, damnit.
Anyway, she was back home, and had sailed out to one of the islands for a bit of R&R and there was a small reenactment festival going on. Using ancient weapons of the world, learning the heritage of some of the larger island-states, and a small sailing race. What she was here for was the ranged weapons demonstrations. She had her energy bow, and now she needed to learn to use it.
She could’ve gone to Dathomir, but she felt like it was time to reconnect with some of her roots. Even her outfit and the boat she took out to the island was set up in the way of her family’s lineage.
