waves & sand

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha stood for a long, long moment, her eyes wide as she leaned up against the three person landspeeder she'd carefully driven out.  It was not a difficult piece of machinery to tackle.  It contained people well and there was enough room for baggage, should there be any.  She had her funds (and as pleased with the amount) secured and was more than ready to follow her nose straight to the water's edge.  The ration bags she had been alotted had been secured as of five minutes prior, which left her half-sitting against the front part of the vehicle with her nose in the air and her eyes half closed.

The breeze was warm and felt food after the stifling humidity of the ship.  It smelled clean and good, with the tang of salt that meant the ocean was nearby.  She was looking forward to this thing, perhaps most of all.

But, for the moment, she enjoyed the moment as it was and paused.

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[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge chuckled, crouching to get a closer look. Of course he wasn't going to put his fingers anywhere near those claws. They looked a little painful.

"Maybe. He seems like a tenacious little thing." He glanced back up at Arha.

"I have no idea where we'd keep him though."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"I do not know, either. Nor would I know what a crab would eat. Certainly not the things that Stacy has prepared. My Shai-Hulud has all he needs, as do the sand trout--I believe that has been seen to, but this is crab." She looked thoughtful and stretched out her fingers, letting the crab scuttle itself into her palm. He did not drop his claw as she carefully brought him up for inspection.

He was a funny little creature, especially when he was less outraged, and his little appendages tickled as he moved about.

"I think he would need the sea," she said after a moment. The crab, with his pink and cream diamond patterned body and silly segmented legs was small enough to fit comfortably in her palm. She peered at him and he peered back his nubby eyes swiveling before he reached out to neatly (and not terribly hard) pinch her nose. "Pinching, this is not nice, crab. Withdraw."

The command, surprisingly (and with some help from the Force), worked and the little crustacean looked almost guilty as his claw withdrew, but he clacked it a few times just to make sure his rage was not to be doubted. With a laugh, Arha put the little crab down.

"Go raise your army, little man," she said, laughing all the more as she took Wedge's arm. "Come, what are we to do now that we have sent a militant crab off to war?"