Adder
My life, for yours.
Adder’s expression fell, shoulders sagging. Their chances were shet – ‘bout as likely as flying a freighter into a Death Star and escaping alive.
The fire hissed sparks as she prodded it with a stick. Her inorganic eyes flickered in the orange light, flames reflecting in the hooded green orbs. Still, the redhead perked up when [member="Aela Talith"] spoke again.
“Your tattoo?” Her brow furrowed. “What’s a tattoo gonna do?”
She twisted her body to look in the direction the Jedi had pointed out. One perk to having cybernetic eyes – dark didn’t bother her none. The jagged outline of the cliff stood clear against the backdrop of the night sky, by far the tallest point on the island.
“Yeah. Lighting a pyre there could help.”
The fire hissed sparks as she prodded it with a stick. Her inorganic eyes flickered in the orange light, flames reflecting in the hooded green orbs. Still, the redhead perked up when [member="Aela Talith"] spoke again.
“Your tattoo?” Her brow furrowed. “What’s a tattoo gonna do?”
She twisted her body to look in the direction the Jedi had pointed out. One perk to having cybernetic eyes – dark didn’t bother her none. The jagged outline of the cliff stood clear against the backdrop of the night sky, by far the tallest point on the island.
“Yeah. Lighting a pyre there could help.”