[Back in Verens. After the last few months of war and frustration and futilely grasping for her place in the galaxy, Verens is for some reasons a relief. There's no war, at least. No Jedi or expectations. But for other reasons, mainly one particular presence in the Force that burns in the back of her mind even in the odd flavor of the Force distinct to this galaxy, Verens is the last place in any galaxy she wants to be. Being back here dredges up a tangled knot of complicated emotions that only seem to get more convoluted and terrible the more she remembers.
And also it's cold.
Ugh.
Rey's only a few steps out of the Welcome Center when something whizzes at her head, and her hand snaps up to stop it with the Force on instinct. She looks at the object floating a few inches away from her hand and frowns in confusion.]
A carrot? Ow! [Letting the carrot drop, Rey rubs her arm where... a lump of coal hit her?? Who's throwing coal? Rey whirls around, only to get smacked in the head by another chunk thrown by, of all things, a snowman, and one who appears to be extremely angry for some reason.
That's the last straw. Rey is stressed, stuck somewhere with the last person she wants to encounter, far away from her friends, nursing a bruise over her eyebrow, and cold. She reaches out her hand in the direction of the snowman and makes a sharp clenching gesture with her fingers, and the figure implodes into clumps of snow and powder as if crushed by an invisible giant hand.
And that's how she makes her way through the city, throwing or crushing any snowmen who bother her and sand mingling with the snow in her footsteps. Anyone else who may be having trouble with snowmen will, of course, receive help, despite the sullen expression of the young woman giving it. She's a hero, after all. A Jedi. If she can't help people with magical creatures made from snow, what's the point of her?]
[E-2]
[At a certain point, Rey becomes resigned to the fact that she's in Verens again, and there's nothing to be done but face what comes. In the meantime she distracts herself with one of the cafes serving (reportedly) delicious hot chocolate. Maybe having something warm to drink will help her mood a bit, make it easier to ignore the frustration she feels bubbling up inside her. Hopefully it's some sort of calm-infused Sosyne drink. That would be nice. She thanks the shopkeep and takes a sip... and immediately chokes.]
Eugh! [She coughs a few times, grimacing instinctively.] Awful! And it hurts! Is it meant to taste like that?
[She directs the question to whoever might be nearby enjoying (or not) their own cocoa. Despite her incredulous tone, it's a genuine question. In Verens there's no telling if flavors are off because of different cultures or because of the magic of the place.]
I think it burned my mouth! Ugh!
[w-w-wildcard!!]
[idk, if you wanna make up something else you can. i'm not your mom.]
Rey | Star Wars
[Back in Verens. After the last few months of war and frustration and futilely grasping for her place in the galaxy, Verens is for some reasons a relief. There's no war, at least. No Jedi or expectations. But for other reasons, mainly one particular presence in the Force that burns in the back of her mind even in the odd flavor of the Force distinct to this galaxy, Verens is the last place in any galaxy she wants to be. Being back here dredges up a tangled knot of complicated emotions that only seem to get more convoluted and terrible the more she remembers.
And also it's cold.
Ugh.
Rey's only a few steps out of the Welcome Center when something whizzes at her head, and her hand snaps up to stop it with the Force on instinct. She looks at the object floating a few inches away from her hand and frowns in confusion.]
A carrot? Ow! [Letting the carrot drop, Rey rubs her arm where... a lump of coal hit her?? Who's throwing coal? Rey whirls around, only to get smacked in the head by another chunk thrown by, of all things, a snowman, and one who appears to be extremely angry for some reason.
That's the last straw. Rey is stressed, stuck somewhere with the last person she wants to encounter, far away from her friends, nursing a bruise over her eyebrow, and cold. She reaches out her hand in the direction of the snowman and makes a sharp clenching gesture with her fingers, and the figure implodes into clumps of snow and powder as if crushed by an invisible giant hand.
And that's how she makes her way through the city, throwing or crushing any snowmen who bother her and sand mingling with the snow in her footsteps. Anyone else who may be having trouble with snowmen will, of course, receive help, despite the sullen expression of the young woman giving it. She's a hero, after all. A Jedi. If she can't help people with magical creatures made from snow, what's the point of her?]
[E-2]
[At a certain point, Rey becomes resigned to the fact that she's in Verens again, and there's nothing to be done but face what comes. In the meantime she distracts herself with one of the cafes serving (reportedly) delicious hot chocolate. Maybe having something warm to drink will help her mood a bit, make it easier to ignore the frustration she feels bubbling up inside her. Hopefully it's some sort of calm-infused Sosyne drink. That would be nice. She thanks the shopkeep and takes a sip... and immediately chokes.]
Eugh! [She coughs a few times, grimacing instinctively.] Awful! And it hurts! Is it meant to taste like that?
[She directs the question to whoever might be nearby enjoying (or not) their own cocoa. Despite her incredulous tone, it's a genuine question. In Verens there's no telling if flavors are off because of different cultures or because of the magic of the place.]
I think it burned my mouth! Ugh!
[w-w-wildcard!!]
[idk, if you wanna make up something else you can. i'm not your mom.]