Jun. 1st, 2017

last_kallig: (SWTOR)
Ibani shivers against one of the walls of Milliways, her body wracked with fever and hunger both. She hadn't meant to end up here, didn't know this was a place that existed, but it's shown up at just the right time.

She's somewhere between seven and ten, clothed in fabric with far too many holes in it, and wearing a slave shock collar around her neck. Her bones stand out too sharply against her skin and her eyes are fever bright and darting around the room.

She knows she must have food, must have fuel to fight the sickness attacking her body. Unconsciously, the Force reacts to her desires, resulting in a kind of fitful grasping like a drowning person clawing onto whatever they can to stay afloat.

Maybe, maybe if she gets close enough to one of the tables she can steal some food without anyone noticing. Yes, yes that's a good plan.

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