Before and Now: The Chronicles of Ral'Rae KreenChapter One
The room was dark and silent. A feminine form was standing in front of the only window of the place enjoying a smoke, her naked body being highlighted by the few moon rays sneaking inside. Her skin, its colour similar to that of a mature peach, was glistening, sweat sliding down her forehead and neck, twin lekku resting on her shoulders. There was no doubt the woman was a twi'lek, and not of the common sort. She was a Lethan.
She finished her smoke and wiped the sweat off on the back of her palm. The heat was unbearable this time of year on Tatooine. She walked to the side of the bed and picked her clothes from the floor, reaching for her datapad.
Dear uncle Nawara,
thought I should let you know I got married tonight!
Now before you spit out your dentures, Passki (funky name, huh?) is everything I dreamed of. Happy for me?
You can always contact me when you feel lonely, there's always room for one more old goat, ha, ha! More news soon,
Eloia and IlenrionThe melodious chime of brass bells echoed in the great hall of the library, travelling through the dusty aisles to where Eloia was. She raised her head from the pages of the book she was shuffling in her hands and turned her eyes towards the sound of footsteps approaching.
There were times that she would spend days wondering inside the majestic library of Orinthal, reading excerpts from the ancient tomes of Encyclopedia of the Old Kingdoms while keeping notes, the volume of the latter quickly becoming a tome of their own. The other librarians had been instructed not to interrupt the sage while she was studying. Noone was allowed to interrupt her besides King Ellaren the Third of Maraelis.
The footing on the marble stones of the library was extremely light, barely making any noise. Advancing as it was, the sound stopped abruptly a few paces down the wide corridor, close to the fine-carved wooden archway connecting the two aisles. A head, covered with scruffy wavy hair the colour