[ Failing to anticipate Vers' move is a misstep that sends her stumbling, kicking up sand and dust as she works to regain her footing. The familiarity allows her to right herself quickly; Jakku's terrain has made her more even-footed, certain in her steps, squaring her thighs as she rediscovers that balance.
Her fingers itch for their staff. A scavenger's habit, possessive of what little she can call her own — what she has created, discovered, and repurposed in her bid for survival here. Instead, she inhales deeply in preparation and then lunges, launching herself toward the stranger, in a sloppy attempt to get her to the ground. ]
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Date: 2019-04-14 02:43 am (UTC)Her fingers itch for their staff. A scavenger's habit, possessive of what little she can call her own — what she has created, discovered, and repurposed in her bid for survival here. Instead, she inhales deeply in preparation and then lunges, launching herself toward the stranger, in a sloppy attempt to get her to the ground. ]