The music played in the streets of Nar Shaddaa. It was live music, and a crowd had gathered in the courtyard of a relatively large commercial area. Param couldn't help but dance as she made her way along the outside walk-way. Hips swaying, whole body twirling, the works. The hood of her black, crop hoodie kept her face relatively hidden from onlookers, though her silver hair spilled out onto her chest. Loose grey sweat pants showed a very relaxed demeanor, while also accentuating just how fit she was.
She'd been through so much. Had it been months? A year? Param could hardly tell, and she didn't quite care. A new confidence had overcome her. Between her training as a Sith, and getting in touch with her echani roots on Eshan, there was a confidence in her not seen before. So much confidence in fact, she was on the Smuggler's Moon without a single weapon on her person. What did she need them for? She could turn a man into a pretzel with her hands, and deflect blaster bolts with them too.
Param made her way to a particular shop, the neon sign outside showing "Flowers and Seeds." Dancing through the door and up to the counter, a human woman came out from the back room. "Param! How's the garden!?" she asked excitedly.
"Hey Mel, It's great! Everything is growing real nice," Param answered, with a beaming smile. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands. Her hips still moved to the sound of the music outside. It'd be quite the show for anyone coming into the shop. "Got the message that my order came in?"
"Yeah! Let me go get it," Mel said, turning and heading back into the back room.
@Sreeya