Character
Location: Royal palace, Iridonia
For Milla, life was just one grand adventure. There was always something new to see, places to explore and things to learn. Sometimes the things she wanted to learn were always just out of her grasp. Held out of reach by a person or a place, maybe even both. Right now it was a combination of the both and in great numbers. For a while now, she was learning many different ways to control the force by searching out many various teaching styles. Her latest quest for knowledge was to learn how to be a spell weaver. Which was proving very difficult to find anyone to teach her or any writings on. Until today.
She had learned that there was quite a bit of written knowledge on spell weaving here on Iridonia. Unfortunately she only had a short window of opportunity to get such writings since she'd be leaving the planet in a few days. So that meant she had to act fast. There was a plan.....sort of. The first part was already achieved, find the building where the writings were held. This lead to a second much bigger problem.
Milla stared at the picture of the royal palace she had in her hands. A grand building fit for...well...a royal family. Even on the picture it was a large structure, but in person. She lowered the picture and stared in wonder at the massive structure in front of her. What she sought was somewhere inside that building, along with all the guards, locked doors, security systems, etc, etc.
Most kids would have turned back, but not Milla. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the area till she found a small point of entry. A single being was unloading crates off a hover lift and carrying them through a door on the first floor. Luckily enough, the being never closed the gate onto the premises.
She pulled the hood up on her cloak and made her way across the street. Her bare feet padded softly across the cool cement ground that had yet to be warmed by the morning sun. Milla stopped by the edge of the gate. She peeked around the corner and saw the person unloading the lift was to busy to notice her. Quickly and silently, she moved behind the lift and hid. Once the being turned his back, she darted past and through the door.
The room she entered was a storage room of some sort. Crates of all sizes were stored just about everywhere. Good for cover, but she wasn't staying in here for long. At least she was in, so that would step two down.
[member="Asajj Novar"]
For Milla, life was just one grand adventure. There was always something new to see, places to explore and things to learn. Sometimes the things she wanted to learn were always just out of her grasp. Held out of reach by a person or a place, maybe even both. Right now it was a combination of the both and in great numbers. For a while now, she was learning many different ways to control the force by searching out many various teaching styles. Her latest quest for knowledge was to learn how to be a spell weaver. Which was proving very difficult to find anyone to teach her or any writings on. Until today.
She had learned that there was quite a bit of written knowledge on spell weaving here on Iridonia. Unfortunately she only had a short window of opportunity to get such writings since she'd be leaving the planet in a few days. So that meant she had to act fast. There was a plan.....sort of. The first part was already achieved, find the building where the writings were held. This lead to a second much bigger problem.
Milla stared at the picture of the royal palace she had in her hands. A grand building fit for...well...a royal family. Even on the picture it was a large structure, but in person. She lowered the picture and stared in wonder at the massive structure in front of her. What she sought was somewhere inside that building, along with all the guards, locked doors, security systems, etc, etc.
Most kids would have turned back, but not Milla. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the area till she found a small point of entry. A single being was unloading crates off a hover lift and carrying them through a door on the first floor. Luckily enough, the being never closed the gate onto the premises.
She pulled the hood up on her cloak and made her way across the street. Her bare feet padded softly across the cool cement ground that had yet to be warmed by the morning sun. Milla stopped by the edge of the gate. She peeked around the corner and saw the person unloading the lift was to busy to notice her. Quickly and silently, she moved behind the lift and hid. Once the being turned his back, she darted past and through the door.
The room she entered was a storage room of some sort. Crates of all sizes were stored just about everywhere. Good for cover, but she wasn't staying in here for long. At least she was in, so that would step two down.
[member="Asajj Novar"]
