ミ☆ - 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎
In which two people who don't want to become Jedi are forced to come together in training, developing a relationship that will come t...
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two ghosts; chapter one
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
23 ABY
FLORENCE NAYA HATES TRASK WITH EVERY INCH OF HER BEING. It's cold and wet and perhaps worst of all; it smells of fish at every hour of the day. On top of that, the people there are all shifty, rude and drive a hard bargain. A job brought her here by chance — and she quickly realized that she is not well suited for such a strange meeting place of all sorts of people; ex-imperialists, black market sellers, but also the earnest merchants and the bounty hunters and cutthroats, the inborns that make a living off of fishing.
And then there's her. Just another someone who happens to be a human amongst the most curious blend of colorful and strange races. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Truth is, Florence had little intention of staying here for longer than a day of work until she was left behind by the people she was working with; some lowlife scum, apparently. She only half trusted them, even that was a mistake it seems. So now she's stuck here until another job comes along.
It might have been easier to find a job had she not been a seventeen year old girl who looks the complete opposite what anyone and everyone is looking for to do these sort of jobs. Short in stature, not particularly strong, stark white hair braided into intricate updos. Kind eyes, plump cheeks and thin arms. To say that she's struggling would seem like an understatement. All she really needs is to get away before this place breaks her down like all the rest have managed, with time.
It is a bleak grey, wet morning on which she travels down those familiar streets in search of something to eat. narrow streets, crammed between people and vendors' stalls whose products spread an abundance of interesting smells, some pleasant but most which are terrible, that tingle her nose. In the crowd, hidden under a dark hood, she is just another nobody. Drowned by the rumble and chatter, swallowed whole by the crowd, she feels rather comfortable, safe, for she has faith in her own ability to protect herself.
Until she suddenly doesn't feel so safe anymore, until she feels singled out in the mass of people as the hairs of her neck suddenly stand up. She stops dead in her tracks. There's an odd disturbance. Someone is tailing her, she can feel it. The people around her mutter bitter words under their breath as they have to move around her still figure in the middle of the crowded street. She dares not glance behind her to take a look, it seems too risky.
Instead she shakes it off, pretending as if nothing and presses onward without her breakfast. She's gonna have to play this smarter than to let the person following her know that she knows they're there. Her hand is lingering by the blaster she carries as she moves through the port, turning and twisting through alleys and streets until she comes upon a spot she's actually familiar with and she picks up speed, disappearing as she makes a left turn at an intersection of sorts. She has successfully shaken them.
