Terra started scrolling through the information on the datadrive, and the first thing that struck her was the child support payments. For years and years they had gone on and Terra, of course, never saw a dime of it. It all went into supporting her mom's drug habits. That was what had put Terra out on the street.
It was a shocking pill for her to swallow that her dad - who she had always been told had ditched, never helped, never cared - had apparently been doing things to support her all along. Even from a distance.
It almost knocked the air from her lungs. And then she settled on the name: Din. She frowned, staring ahead at the name and thinking back to those she had met.
I... I've met a couple of Dins, she said, though, of course, that could have just been coincidence. And then there was the Sith King down in the South. She kind of hoped she wasn't related to all those wizards. She'd always distrusted Force-users, and if she actually was related to one.
Unlikely, right?
Maybe I should reach out to one of them... she said, frowning and sitting back in her chair, having a hard time swallowing this.
I need a drink, she muttered, standing up and heading over to the minibar and grabbing the first thing that sounded good.
Or I guess there's probably contact information in there somewhere, she said. For him, I mean, she said.
@Arcangel
It was a shocking pill for her to swallow that her dad - who she had always been told had ditched, never helped, never cared - had apparently been doing things to support her all along. Even from a distance.
It almost knocked the air from her lungs. And then she settled on the name: Din. She frowned, staring ahead at the name and thinking back to those she had met.
I... I've met a couple of Dins, she said, though, of course, that could have just been coincidence. And then there was the Sith King down in the South. She kind of hoped she wasn't related to all those wizards. She'd always distrusted Force-users, and if she actually was related to one.
Unlikely, right?
Maybe I should reach out to one of them... she said, frowning and sitting back in her chair, having a hard time swallowing this.
I need a drink, she muttered, standing up and heading over to the minibar and grabbing the first thing that sounded good.
Or I guess there's probably contact information in there somewhere, she said. For him, I mean, she said.
@Arcangel