Morgana had thought that the repairs on her ship were only to take a few hours, but the mechanical diagnostic had been worse than expected. So she was stuck on Yavin VIII for at least a couple of days. The woman in her early thirties had managed to find a room in a nearby hotel away from the spaceport. The place was bloody chilly but it had nice landscapes.
And she certainly hadn't packed clothes for this, but once she got used to the whipping cold, she was able to trot around a bit. After the night, the light sculptor had decided to go back to the mountain side tavern, she had discovered upon her arrival. It'd be the perfect place for breakfast! She was starving!
Pushing the door, she blinked as she saw how crowded the place was. That wasn't expected at all. She was caught by surprise and didn't realize she was standing in the way, as she was trying to figure out where she could sit.
And she certainly hadn't packed clothes for this, but once she got used to the whipping cold, she was able to trot around a bit. After the night, the light sculptor had decided to go back to the mountain side tavern, she had discovered upon her arrival. It'd be the perfect place for breakfast! She was starving!
Pushing the door, she blinked as she saw how crowded the place was. That wasn't expected at all. She was caught by surprise and didn't realize she was standing in the way, as she was trying to figure out where she could sit.
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