Chilly meeting at Bodrim
So, this was Bodrin in the wintertime. Lyla didn't like it. For one, it was all rocks and mines and mining towns, too desolate and dead for her liking. And for two, it was so cold she could freeze her tails off. With an audible shiver, Lyla rubbed her gloved hands together, then pulled her well-wrapped tails down her front and stuffed them under her coat for some more warmth. So elegant, Lyla.
She wasn't even sure why she was here. Something about picking up a Cathar Jedi, name of... ah, she could remember it if she or he stuck around for a mission or two. Saying goodbye to the others had hurt, more than she thought it would, even after blaming the Anguillans for their trauma. With Tera gone, with Klyn gone, she was the only one left on the team from the early days back on Tatooine. So many had come and gone since then, and mostly gone. Only she, the young recruit, remained, now a commander, now leading strangers. Maybe she should have just faded away too, her war over. She could've found herself a nice desert and walked into it. Nah she couldn't. Her drive to survive, to push on, whatever the odds, was too strong.
After arriving at the coordinates Shondra had sent them, Lyla scanned the group, but it was hard to spot a Cathar under all those cloaks, hoods, blankets, and general huddling. A quiet lot. She hoped it just because of the cold, and that it wasn't a bad sign. 'Hey.' she greeted, a signal before anyone was surprised by her approach. 'Hi there. We're looking for a Cathar?' No name, no reason, no mention of being a Jedi; she didn't want to blow their cover while they were in hiding from the Empire. Imperial spies might not be everywhere, but people who'd betray a friend and turn them in for a quick credit were far too common.