@lyrhunts​
When Otalia left home, it was with the implicit idea that she was leaving, entirely. Cutting herself off. No interest, no acknowledgement of family, nothing. She would not be coming back, and no one would pursue her. It felt equitable in that way, a two-fold rejection. The homesickness had lasted, and sometimes returned in odd pangs when she saw someone else from Eshani in passing, and the memory felt more like a blow to her ribcage.
Then it would fade, and it would be fine, eventually.
There was always something to distract her. Work, or the lack of work.
She knows when she’s being followed, too, even through the busy entertainment district on Coruscant. In the crowd, she’s managed to see the hint of Echani features - familiar to her, in the way that many who aren’t from Eshani find a little unnerving, but nothing more than that. Maybe it’s someone just off-world, curious about another Echani out here. They aren’t going to get what they expect.
After a moment, she comes to a halt outside of a bar, the entrance tucked in a side alley that’s a little more quiet than average. She rummages in her pockets - cigarette, lighter, and waiting for footsteps. ❛❛ Look, if you’re here to collect on a debt, you’re going to be disappointed. âťžÂ
