Saharia
May 11th, 2002, 01:00:42 AM
::Saharia sat down the bar, looking at the life around her. The bickering, the love, the joy, the annoyances, the hate. She could practically feel the hate in some. The way people interacted here had been interesting. A cloud city had been interesting enough and a week here had certainly enlightened her further on this universe.
She smiled softly as a boy walked past, she could feel something come from him. A possible force user? perhaps. What made her smile was the hate she felt in him. Little things amused some.
The sky was becoming dark, welcoming the night into its grasp. The sun was being suffocated by the stars and she watched it go down. The moon was very beautiful, such little light was needed and it still did it's job. Just like you did not need many jedi, very few was enough. Not the big load that was around. Did the universe need them at all?
She sipped her drink and eyed the boy again.
The boy dissapeared behind a door and she grinned at the barman, who looked away. Did the man know what this boy might be capable of. Perhaps she would seek for him one day, or soon. But not now, she had too much to explore.::
What is your sons name
::The barman looked at her, a peculiar look on his face. She smiled innocently and he relaxed visibly::
Barman: Micheal. A talented boy, though he can at times lose his temper. Just like his mother
Sah: Oh? Lose his temper. And talented?..
::Saharia smiled widely and noticed the mans surname on his tag. Jones. Well, maybe she would look up someday. Either way she'd had enough time in this smoky bar and it's people.
She put down her drink, and put on her black jacket over her leather black pants, with a bright purple top. Why did everyone have to where complete black with no splash of colour anyway?
She was about to leave at the door when a twinge in the force made her look back at the bar. Some hate and dark feeling, but a far more sophisticated one. A trained one?::
She smiled softly as a boy walked past, she could feel something come from him. A possible force user? perhaps. What made her smile was the hate she felt in him. Little things amused some.
The sky was becoming dark, welcoming the night into its grasp. The sun was being suffocated by the stars and she watched it go down. The moon was very beautiful, such little light was needed and it still did it's job. Just like you did not need many jedi, very few was enough. Not the big load that was around. Did the universe need them at all?
She sipped her drink and eyed the boy again.
The boy dissapeared behind a door and she grinned at the barman, who looked away. Did the man know what this boy might be capable of. Perhaps she would seek for him one day, or soon. But not now, she had too much to explore.::
What is your sons name
::The barman looked at her, a peculiar look on his face. She smiled innocently and he relaxed visibly::
Barman: Micheal. A talented boy, though he can at times lose his temper. Just like his mother
Sah: Oh? Lose his temper. And talented?..
::Saharia smiled widely and noticed the mans surname on his tag. Jones. Well, maybe she would look up someday. Either way she'd had enough time in this smoky bar and it's people.
She put down her drink, and put on her black jacket over her leather black pants, with a bright purple top. Why did everyone have to where complete black with no splash of colour anyway?
She was about to leave at the door when a twinge in the force made her look back at the bar. Some hate and dark feeling, but a far more sophisticated one. A trained one?::