Sola had screwed up. Majorly. Her insides were at war. She kept switching from self-blame to defending herself, and had given herself a massive headache. So she was here, on Naboo, trying to make it up to her master. It wasn't going very well. She did not want anything to go wrong, but since it was her, something was likely to go wrong.
Sola scratched at the high collar of her light tunic. She was so used to wearing black all the time that she felt awkward wearing a light blue. Her light brown hair was for once not in a ponytail. Instead, it covered her face, hiding her hideously scarred face that she was usually so proud of. Here on Naboo, however, she did not want to call attention to herself. Which was why she had reluctantly followed her master's orders.
She honestly wasn't exactly sure why she was here. It was one of those simple missions for children where people more powerful used her as a pawn to get what they wanted. They told her what to do one step at a time so if she happened to screw up (which she was likely to do), no information could be taken from her.
@Sicadorito
Sola scratched at the high collar of her light tunic. She was so used to wearing black all the time that she felt awkward wearing a light blue. Her light brown hair was for once not in a ponytail. Instead, it covered her face, hiding her hideously scarred face that she was usually so proud of. Here on Naboo, however, she did not want to call attention to herself. Which was why she had reluctantly followed her master's orders.
She honestly wasn't exactly sure why she was here. It was one of those simple missions for children where people more powerful used her as a pawn to get what they wanted. They told her what to do one step at a time so if she happened to screw up (which she was likely to do), no information could be taken from her.
@Sicadorito