An Invitation

“Ay! Blondy! Lads and I are going out to the cantina after this. Well… our version, anyway. Wanna come?”

Ahuska just stared, distraught, at the young ginger Bothan who called out to her over the rim of the pit. Her first impulse was to refuse. Then she wondered what else she would do… sit in her empty bed, all too aware of the lack of Pexu at her feet? No sweet varactyl warbling gently outside, no Crow beside her, keeping her warm?

She shrugged helplessly. “Why not. If  Nines doesn’t give me some other horrid thing to do in the meanwhile.”

Hablyonus Pense

Aaah, curse you and your superior grasp of foreshortened perspective!


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