#yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

time to express my feelings the only way I know how, in gifs. 

 OH, WHY HAD SHE CHOSEN TATOOINE? Her skin was positively wrecked, and that wasn’t even the worst part: SHE WAS ALL ALONE.)  The thought pricked her mind. Was she alone?  Closing her eyes & unmoving from her spot on her modest little bed, she pondered, reached out with the Force: all it said in response was perhaps. Perhaps. Always vague answers, but it was an ANSWER, after all. With motions as forced as a puppet on strings, Phralmah got out of bed, dressed in her normal nonassuming attire, and took to the sand. Take me where I must go, she said internally. She was getting better at using the Force as a crutch like that: she certainly couldn’t rely on herself. 

Her feet took her to the CITY -- a grouping of vendors & houses & stores. It was scarcely bustling, for the morning was TOO EARLY; salespeople were still setting up shop. But apparently at the crack of dawn was when a CERTAIN old man too got up in order to take care of business concerning food and water. Her STARRY EYES trained on this man for a long moment, her feet ceasing her in her path. This man... he was unrecognizeable, slightly GRAYING, his expression lined with sorrow. In her minds eye, her supple hand reached out: no response from the Force. He was off the radar, that was for sure. That only left it to the PHYSICAL. 

She knew there was a reason she had gotten up out of bed. There had to’ve been.