Naomi stood at the window to her quarters.
She'd asked specifically for a room with a view, and had been given one--a view of frozen trees stretching as far as the eye could see. She was also on ground level, so it left her with very little to look at. However, she liked the way the light hit the trees, how the blue of the trees seemed to glow. She had showered after her little spar with Mal Trite, the duel having been quite fun. In fact, she'd go as far as to say he was...well, he wasn't an enemy; an odd thing for a Dark Side user to admit.
She'd showered, redressed in her dark, baggy pants, her white t-shirt top and a dark jacket with a furry hood, a type of sportier parka. She stood at the window of her small room, training droids and an inactive 3PO unit in the corner. After a while, she shed the jacket, tossing it into the corner. She also began to pace again, rubbing her bare arms more out of anxiety than out of any sense of cold.
A very small bunk dominated the left side of the room, a wall terminal dominated the other. Her hands were gently pressed up against the glass, the cold feeling entirely too good to her skin. She heaved a sigh, wondered how to begin to talk to him.
All she knew was she needed to see him, and she'd asked for him a few minutes ago.
She'd asked specifically for a room with a view, and had been given one--a view of frozen trees stretching as far as the eye could see. She was also on ground level, so it left her with very little to look at. However, she liked the way the light hit the trees, how the blue of the trees seemed to glow. She had showered after her little spar with Mal Trite, the duel having been quite fun. In fact, she'd go as far as to say he was...well, he wasn't an enemy; an odd thing for a Dark Side user to admit.
She'd showered, redressed in her dark, baggy pants, her white t-shirt top and a dark jacket with a furry hood, a type of sportier parka. She stood at the window of her small room, training droids and an inactive 3PO unit in the corner. After a while, she shed the jacket, tossing it into the corner. She also began to pace again, rubbing her bare arms more out of anxiety than out of any sense of cold.
A very small bunk dominated the left side of the room, a wall terminal dominated the other. Her hands were gently pressed up against the glass, the cold feeling entirely too good to her skin. She heaved a sigh, wondered how to begin to talk to him.
All she knew was she needed to see him, and she'd asked for him a few minutes ago.
