They say that when two star-crossed lovers die, their souls become stars that sit right next to each other.
Deio Leafwalker sat looking up at the sky wondering if the legend may be true, that his nana and dada were watching him and Dahlia from the stars. Dahlia, his twin sister, sat next to him under the little shelter they had made for themselves when their parents, Asteria and William, had died.
No, were killed. Deio reminded himself for the billionth time that year. Dahlia looked at him and smiled as best she could.
"Ready to tackle the day, Deio?" Deio nodded and stood up, Dahlia following in stead. Blonde hair hugged red hair before the young boy ran off to go and begin his daily thieving in the capital city of Naboo, Theed.
Coming to a nicer area of Theed, Deio climbed up a building and watched the people passing by.
"Now who to steal from first?"
Dahlia tidied up the little shamble as much as she could before walking to the edge of the alleyway and begging people that passed by for some credits or food.
"Spare some change, m'am?"
"Please sir, I'm so hungry. Could you spare some credits or food?" The little girl begged and begged, holding out a small tin cup to the people. Her mother's necklace hung below the scarf she wore, and her puffed red hair stuck out from under her cap. She began to see a few credits plop in the tin every once in a while, which she eagerly thanked whoever put the money in with a big toothy smile and a thank you. Something inside her told her this was going to be an interesting day.
[member="Cross Ikon"]
Deio Leafwalker sat looking up at the sky wondering if the legend may be true, that his nana and dada were watching him and Dahlia from the stars. Dahlia, his twin sister, sat next to him under the little shelter they had made for themselves when their parents, Asteria and William, had died.
No, were killed. Deio reminded himself for the billionth time that year. Dahlia looked at him and smiled as best she could.
"Ready to tackle the day, Deio?" Deio nodded and stood up, Dahlia following in stead. Blonde hair hugged red hair before the young boy ran off to go and begin his daily thieving in the capital city of Naboo, Theed.
Coming to a nicer area of Theed, Deio climbed up a building and watched the people passing by.
"Now who to steal from first?"
Dahlia tidied up the little shamble as much as she could before walking to the edge of the alleyway and begging people that passed by for some credits or food.
"Spare some change, m'am?"
"Please sir, I'm so hungry. Could you spare some credits or food?" The little girl begged and begged, holding out a small tin cup to the people. Her mother's necklace hung below the scarf she wore, and her puffed red hair stuck out from under her cap. She began to see a few credits plop in the tin every once in a while, which she eagerly thanked whoever put the money in with a big toothy smile and a thank you. Something inside her told her this was going to be an interesting day.
[member="Cross Ikon"]