Cold Blood - A Mandalorian FF

Prologue

All she felt was cold. The dirty, poor and almost disrupted clothes she wear were almost soacked by the snow that was freezing her feets.

Her fragile skin was innaturely white and blue veins can be seen under the surface. From the tips of her fingers, on from her hard and greys knuckles, and under her feets, red blood was pouring, while some bruises were in her wrists and ankles. Some blood was also on her left of the mouth, like a stream.

The wind was strongly blowing, messing up her blue hair, when she arrived on a ship that was moored at the port that seemed deserte at that hour of the morning. As soon as she enter in the hold, she collapsed onto the ground and fell asleep exhausted.

After some time, the ship landed in the middle of the Desert and after some hours, the Javas went closer to strip it. Once inside they found the unconscious, still alive, body of the Unnamed girl and some of them hurried up and went call the Ugnaught, that after nearly ten minutes arrived.
He recognized almost immediately the signs and scars on the girl's back, so he put her up on a young and healthy Blurrg.

When she awoke, she was confused. This wasn't the white sky that she was used, plus, that wan't the dirty and disrupted tunic she had before. This white vest smelt clean and, expecially, was whole, without holes in the upper part. It was a little large, even on her chest and hips. The grey pants also where a bit larger on her bottom.
At this that she felt so pure, as what she did the day before never happen.

Her hands and feet were perfetcly clean and healthy, also her knuckles were now cleaned in her shining and stoned material.
There were only yellowish-violed bruises on her wrists and ankles. No more blood. Even her dirty blue hair were combed and fell over her shoulders in small waves.

On her right, on a brown forniture, there was some water and a soup yet smoking  hot. The smell was delicious and she finished all.
She tried to get up from the bed and walk around the small room. The small sand grains tickled her bare feet as she touch the basement.

Outside was suffocating heat. There was no small blow of wind and around the small house there was sand, some Blurrg and some mountains.

"I seen that you get up. I'm Kuill, and you are?"

She turned around and see the small Ugnaught talking to her. He seems friendly and there was a little hint of worry in his voice.

"I - I don't know. Where we are?"
Her greyish - watery eyes were roaming around as her voice cracked.

He made a move to his right toward the wood and metal bench and he did't say nothing apart a sigh and a look to the sky.

Sooo... Here is the prologue, I hope you'll like it! Feel free to make some appointment about the language. Ad a said, this is not my first language.