Dravis Rosilla
By Candlelight
Somewhere on Rhen Var
Snow is a beautiful substance. It glittered in the sun, a reflection of majesty. In the night, it sparkled, each one a little star in it's own galaxy. All the while, however, it was cold, unforgiving, able to suck the life out of the unwary. Tyyni decided he liked snow.
The Hutt lounged on the top of a snow-covered mountain, watching the setting sun with his master. He was wrapped head to tail with insulating material, to keep him warm. Over that, he wore a Hutt-sized parka. Genetically, Hutts were not adapted to the cold, but Padawan Oluja found the chilling sensation rather pleasant. He rubbed together his numbing hands, and smiled, watching the distant sun crest below a snowy hill.
The Padawan and his Master had arrived but a few minutes ago, the Silver Sanctum shuttle they had taken idle in the background. The Hutt turned to Master Quenladose, and tilted his head slightly to the side. "So, Master, what exactly are we doing here? I mean, besides admiring the view." The Padawan's voice held no sarcasm. The sight was spectacular, that could not be denied, but he doubted that was all they'd be here for.
- [member="Quenladose"] -