Devia sits looking into the fire, watching the flames dance along the wood as it consumes it. Glancing down to her right, where her beloved Katana used to sit and bask in the heat of the fire, she sighs softly, but not *quite* sadly.
"I miss you, girl... But I know you're still watching over me.. all of you are.." the young Zabrak female whispers into the night air of her house on Dantooine.
Looking over into the corner, all the weapons she has used, the armor she has worn, all no longer needed.. such major changes in her life.. She chuckles softly, and says again, to nobody in particular..
"So much going on, so much to remember. I wonder if I should record it all, maybe someone would find it interesting... maybe."
She picks up a datapad, punching the keys to start a log entry..
