Jelan was, simply, ecstatic since her latest news, and instead of wasting her day away stuck in the Cantina dancing, she was finally out on the streets, walking casually along the side of the street, nodded her head to those who she knew and then fell silent once again. The emotions of her happy mood came in waves, because in some ways she would miss that place, but also in some ways she was glad that she was out on her own.
Sighing to herself, her violet eyes looked over those that passed her, wondering if any of them would have any idea if there were any jobs available willing to pay a Twi’lek. She didn’t know much about the outside world, save for those cases in which she and Ishara got down to their business. She grinned at the thought of that and then realized she was alone. For once in her life, she wasn’t with her ‘master’; for her master was no more. She was her own person. She laughed quietly to herself for overlooking this part and found herself leaning up against a building, watching people pass as she wrapped her arms around herself, and then decided it would be better to keep on walking.
She wondered what jobs she’d be capable at; she knew some of her traits that were excellent, but she could not reveal those to just anybody… Shrugging her shoulders, she decided that she’d just have to try her hand at multiple tasks, and find out what she excelled at, and find out what her weaknesses were. All she knew was that no one was going to make her be a slave again, and she wouldn’t stand it if they even tried.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself up off the side of the building with her right foot, walking amidst the crowd, feeling as if she blended in all too well. Would she ever make herself stand out? She knew it didn’t matter, but being just another face in the crowd wasn’t the nicest of things, now, was it? She didn’t necessarily want to stand out to the point of where people got out of her way to let her have the easiest route through, really, but she just wanted to have some unique traits that other people could only dream of having. She wasn’t greedy, but for some reason she thought she was. Frowning to herself for thinking of such things, she sighed lightly and lifted her head up, finally able to look others in the eyes without being scolded while dancing. It was a nice feeling. Truly, it was.
Sighing to herself, her violet eyes looked over those that passed her, wondering if any of them would have any idea if there were any jobs available willing to pay a Twi’lek. She didn’t know much about the outside world, save for those cases in which she and Ishara got down to their business. She grinned at the thought of that and then realized she was alone. For once in her life, she wasn’t with her ‘master’; for her master was no more. She was her own person. She laughed quietly to herself for overlooking this part and found herself leaning up against a building, watching people pass as she wrapped her arms around herself, and then decided it would be better to keep on walking.
She wondered what jobs she’d be capable at; she knew some of her traits that were excellent, but she could not reveal those to just anybody… Shrugging her shoulders, she decided that she’d just have to try her hand at multiple tasks, and find out what she excelled at, and find out what her weaknesses were. All she knew was that no one was going to make her be a slave again, and she wouldn’t stand it if they even tried.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself up off the side of the building with her right foot, walking amidst the crowd, feeling as if she blended in all too well. Would she ever make herself stand out? She knew it didn’t matter, but being just another face in the crowd wasn’t the nicest of things, now, was it? She didn’t necessarily want to stand out to the point of where people got out of her way to let her have the easiest route through, really, but she just wanted to have some unique traits that other people could only dream of having. She wasn’t greedy, but for some reason she thought she was. Frowning to herself for thinking of such things, she sighed lightly and lifted her head up, finally able to look others in the eyes without being scolded while dancing. It was a nice feeling. Truly, it was.