Slot 16
Character
It had been four months since Keturah's mission on Kashyyyk. Though it felt to her as if it had only been days ago. Within the week, she would turn sixteen years old; Finally to be considered a young woman. But her mind was elsewhere. Every night when her eyes closed, she would relive those moments she had spent with Salvor, her gold-skinned Zabrak. The strange warmth in her chest when he looked at her. The sound of his voice. The touch of his lips. They had given her nothing but mornings of happiness for a time. But now, they were beginning to hurt. Mainly because Salvor had not spoken to her since then, or even come to see her. It was as if he was avoiding her completely. The worst part was that Keturah had no idea why. Had she said something wrong? Done something hurtful? She didn't know. But the distance was taking it's toll on her. She sat in her father's lavish room at his small breakfast table, as she normally did. For the past few days, she'd been very quiet, barely touching her food and hardly giving Romeo so much as a grin. Her eyes had lost their unnatural luster, looking dark and dull. She looked so fragile and pitiful that one gust of wind might shatter her to pieces.
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Salvor Arnex"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Salvor Arnex"]