After all this time, it was as if nothing had changed. Yet so much had. Zaia sat on top of a moss-covered fallen tree in the clearing, her blasters on the log beside her. When she was younger, her clan would stop here from time to time for combat training. It was in this very clearing that Zaia had first learned to use her jetpack, going from hitting her head into branches(multiple times) to jumping from tree to tree as if she’d lived in them her whole life. But she hadn’t been able to find the people who’d taught her.
It was her own mistake, really. She’d been so eager to leave and explore the galaxy on her own that she’d left without any thought of what she actually needed to bring with her. In the rush, she’d even forgotten to ask for a way to get back to her clan. Now they were untraceable, probably still moving from planet to planet the way they’d been living for years. Fortunately, she knew that they came somewhat often to Mandallia. It was, after all, in Mandalorian space, quiet for the most part, and the perfect place to train. All she had to do was wait here for some time until they would return. The longest they’d been away from the planet had only been… Zaia tried to count on her fingers before realizing, a few years. Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Why don’t I ever think things through?” Zaia grumbled to herself, kicking her legs over the log so that she was lying down on top. It was uncomfortable, but it was what she deserved for making such a foolish decision. With a sigh, she put her arms behind her head and closed her eyes for a short nap. She would deal with this later.
@Rhogar