Young and the Reckless

[Moravian Zambrano]

It was hot. Dreadfully hot in fact. The sand was the worst of it all though, getting places it had no business. Moravian shielded her eyes against the intense light of Tatooine's twin sun's, which were nearly blinding even hidden in the shade of a building as she was. Her midnight gaze drifted across the milling crowd of the nearby space port, though she was no longer sure what she was looking for. There was a darkness here, yes, but it was a pale shadow of the truly splendid blackness her visions had shown her.

The youth sat cross legged atop her only worldly possessions, a hover create loaded up with her armor, rifle, blade, and other things she had acquired in her traveling. She sat on a folded up hooded jacket, her twin sabers hidden beneath the baggy cargo pants she wore. One pale, muscular arm raised to shield her shadowed face. Slowly she slumped back to a resting position against the wall of the building. How boring, she thought darkly as she settled in.

In time, the young woman's black gaze fell to a growing blood stain on her hover create's lid. Her razor sharp thumbnail scratched at a raw gash on the girl's wrist, blood slowly trickling down her alabaster fingers to splash against the durasteel lid.

[member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Cairyn had long since given up on keeping cool. He'd committed to his self-imposed mission and he would see it to fruition. And that he did. The Teevan youth was all too pleased with himself as he went on his merry way, only mostly struggling to carry his newfound gem. He wasn't quite sure what the egg would hatch (identification had never been his strong suit) but he was certain he'd adore it all the same.

Loading the egg onto the transport he'd be departing from, he took back to the streets. It'd be some time before they'd be departing and the boy just didn't have the patience to stay in one spot. Equipped with his usual lightsaber and blaster combo, sadly lacking in armor, he explored with little concern for his own safety. After all, what had he to fear? What could possibly come from simply wandering around?

[member="Moravian Zambrano"]​