Literature
The Comforts of Home
The red-headed Sith walked the beaten dirt and rock paths of the Alderaan wilderness, the only sounds stemming from her footsteps against the dawn’s frosted ground. The deafening silence was a sweet comfort to Ranya; the crisp, heavy air a soothing blanket to her troubled mind. It was so strange to her how despite the frigid temperatures of Hoth and Ilum, she could only ever feel the cold when she was home. It was a welcome sensation.
She needed a reprieve. So much had come down on her all at once, and as strong as she was, her shoulders could only carry so much. There were very few things in life that she indulged in anymore. Too many