[It's early afternoon by the time Sabriel finishes her shift at Seventh Heaven, a small bag of a meal hanging from her arm as she heads for House 46. Personally Sabriel is happy to have the Jedi group close by; most of them were good friends or polite acquaintances at the very least. Still, seeing as Sabriel swings by the restaurant almost daily for work she doesn't mind working as something of a delivery girl should anyone feel hungry for anything...especially since Red seemed pretty grounded thanks to the Malnosso.
Sliding the handles of her bag into her palm she stops in front of the hammock hung between the trees close to the house, offering a smile to the man relaxing in the woven ropes.]
[July 21: Action]
Sliding the handles of her bag into her palm she stops in front of the hammock hung between the trees close to the house, offering a smile to the man relaxing in the woven ropes.]
Good afternoon, Red.