Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 21, 2013 2:50:16 GMT -5
Hands of a pinkish-reddish color reached out slowly and hesitantly to the menu on the table, faltering halfway through and awkwardly hovering for a moment. When curious eyes glanced at the owner, the hands resumed their path and grasped the menu from the table, bringing it closer to a slender face dominated by immense sapphire eyes.
The young woman was a Twi'lek, of the rare Lethan variety, and was scarcely more than 19, still visibly a teenager. She stood at a tiny five feet and zero inches, which translated into the booth seeming immensely large in comparison to her petite body resting in it. Her size seemed to magnify the look on her face, which was a frightened confusion, somewhat akin to the expression on a deer's face as it stood frozen in the middle of a street.
Sinya'anu was frozen as well, terrified by the prospect of being so alone in a public place.
Nika had taken her here to this cafe, and introduced her to the waitress. She'd taken the Twi'lek to the table, and now the Lethan woman was doing her best to be strong and capable, like Nika had asked her to be. And Nika was good, Nika was a nice person.
It had been a month and a few days since Nika had rescued Sinya from a Hutt's palace on Sleheyron, and in that time, the Hutt had died. That had left her truly free, as there was no one to pay a bounty hunter for her capture, and no one with a legal claim to own her in Hutt space. However that didn't mean the pink-skinned ex-slave would stop being afraid.
No, Sinya was frightened of almost everyone and everything, uncertain of what would help her and what would hurt her. It also didn't help that the menu before her was in the Aurebesh, in Basic. As much as she tried to remember what Nika had tried to teach her about reading, Sinya just couldn't piece together more than what looked like a word here and there.
She would have asked the waitress, except that would require getting her attention, making a spectacle of herself. It seemed like such a simple task for anyone else, but for Sinya it was like running a marathon and climbing a mountain in the same day. She felt a sense of exhaustion and dread just thinking about waving her arm or raising her voice.
The memories of punishments for audacity were still too fresh. A single word out of line had too often resulted in pain, and the Twi'lek teenager had long since learned to speak softly, rarely, and never without being spoken to first. It was a little hard to undo all of that.
But Nika said she had to, and Nika was good, Nika was smart. Nika took care of Sinya. And like she'd said, when her family came from Sleheyron, it wouldn't do to be too afraid to even talk to them.
Even knowing that, Sinya couldn't gain the courage to do more than feebly look at the waitress.
The young woman was a Twi'lek, of the rare Lethan variety, and was scarcely more than 19, still visibly a teenager. She stood at a tiny five feet and zero inches, which translated into the booth seeming immensely large in comparison to her petite body resting in it. Her size seemed to magnify the look on her face, which was a frightened confusion, somewhat akin to the expression on a deer's face as it stood frozen in the middle of a street.
Sinya'anu was frozen as well, terrified by the prospect of being so alone in a public place.
Nika had taken her here to this cafe, and introduced her to the waitress. She'd taken the Twi'lek to the table, and now the Lethan woman was doing her best to be strong and capable, like Nika had asked her to be. And Nika was good, Nika was a nice person.
It had been a month and a few days since Nika had rescued Sinya from a Hutt's palace on Sleheyron, and in that time, the Hutt had died. That had left her truly free, as there was no one to pay a bounty hunter for her capture, and no one with a legal claim to own her in Hutt space. However that didn't mean the pink-skinned ex-slave would stop being afraid.
No, Sinya was frightened of almost everyone and everything, uncertain of what would help her and what would hurt her. It also didn't help that the menu before her was in the Aurebesh, in Basic. As much as she tried to remember what Nika had tried to teach her about reading, Sinya just couldn't piece together more than what looked like a word here and there.
She would have asked the waitress, except that would require getting her attention, making a spectacle of herself. It seemed like such a simple task for anyone else, but for Sinya it was like running a marathon and climbing a mountain in the same day. She felt a sense of exhaustion and dread just thinking about waving her arm or raising her voice.
The memories of punishments for audacity were still too fresh. A single word out of line had too often resulted in pain, and the Twi'lek teenager had long since learned to speak softly, rarely, and never without being spoken to first. It was a little hard to undo all of that.
But Nika said she had to, and Nika was good, Nika was smart. Nika took care of Sinya. And like she'd said, when her family came from Sleheyron, it wouldn't do to be too afraid to even talk to them.
Even knowing that, Sinya couldn't gain the courage to do more than feebly look at the waitress.