Felucia's Open Terrain

*It was always strange that a game with such simple rules was one of the most fun. The ball was constantly changing hands, and one had to think on their feet about how they were going to evade the chasers, or if they couldn't do that, when to get rid of the ball and to whom. Morgan was thinking about how she was going to get the ball back when suddenly one of the kids stopped and called out to Morgan, asking if someone was her friend. Morgan frowned, looking in the direction of the voice to see a child pointing toward the jungle with its larger arm. Her gaze followed the Felucian's arm to find a young woman with white hair and a ragged appearance. Bandages too?*
~No, I don't know who that is, but I can find out.~
*She was overheard by some of the adults, who noticeably stood up and faced the stranger warily. One mother even ushered the children to step away, for fear of this stranger being less-than-friendly. Morgan started to approach her, knowing Terra would be there if there was danger, and she could call Rush at any moment. Morgan didn't even think about the fact that Terra was naked right now. She kept her distance, finally stopping as she addressed the stranger cautiously, but curiously.*
Um... hi! My name's Morgan... who are you?

*The woman didn't seem hostile, more... afraid. Probably—hopefully—ruled her out as some sort of predator, and honestly might've been the appropriate reaction if this was her first time traveling the wilds of Felucia. She gave her name as Arela, so Morgan just smiled, trying to help put her at ease. After Terra introduced herself, Morgan spoke.*
Where'd you come from?
*She glanced again at the bandage, then added another question.*
What happened to your arm?
*Morgan glanced at Terra and it suddenly registered one more that she was still nude. She had to stifle a mixture of amusement and apprehension; Terra had yet to be seen in the nude by anyone besides herself and Jake, as far as Morgan knew. Terra seemed to mostly be taking it well, but what did the stranger think? Ah well, unless she said anything, it wasn't really important.*

Terra caught the part where Arela said that she didn't remember much, and she could certainly sympathize with that. Waking up somewhere with no memory was a disorienting and frightening experience, and she was surprised that the white haired woman seemed to have adjusted so quickly. Of course, maybe the circumstances were different than they had been for Terra. And not too many people could walk away from a ship crash in one piece. And then there was the boars, which Terra and Morgan also had experience with. Arela must be quite a bit tougher than she looked."Are you by yourself?"

Terra doubted that anyone was following Arela, at least at this point in time. Felucia's terrain and teeming wildlife would make pursuit very difficult, though she had to keep in mind that someone may be after her and just waiting for the right moment. They would have to be careful.

As for Arela's question, Terra didn't really have any answers for her. Since the white haired woman didn't seem to remember anything, there was no way to know for certain. Still, she had been in this situation before, waking up in a strange location with no memories of how she had gotten there.

She smiled reassuringly."Don't worry, we'll figure it out."She gestured towards the village."Why don't you stay here with us, tonight? Then we can take you to the Jedi base in the morning."Her suggestion was both because she didn't want to leave the village just yet, but also because Arela did actually look kind of tired and in need of rest. Maybe a good meal too, something that these Felucians could readily provide. If it was OK with them, at least.

She turned to Morgan."The Felucians won't mind, will they?"

*Wait, was it really as simple as suggesting Arela stay here with them for the rest of the day and overnight, then head back to the Jedi base in the morning? Morgan, somehow, thought it would be more urgent than that, but Arela seemed to think it was fine, agreeing that sleep sounded good. As far as whether or not the Felucians would mind, well, she'd have to find out. Fortunately, two older male Felucians, one a warrior and one an elder, the elder speaking to Morgan.*
~Is there any trouble, little sister?~
*Morgan turned toward them, thankful they were here, and began to explain, gesturing at Arela.*
~This is Arela. Her ship crashed... She doesn't have any memory. She's tired and hungry. Can she stay here until we go back to our home tomorrow?~
*The two chattered for a moment to themselves, then turned back to Morgan.*
~Very well. If she has your trust, she has ours.~
*Morgan didn't exactly say that, but Arela didn't seem to radiate any sort of ill intentions. Morgan knew she shouldn't be so easily trusting of strangers, especially after what happened to her on Belkadan, but she also didn't want to turn away a wounded and hungry stranger, especially one that had come from a ship crash. She chewed the flesh of her left cheek for a moment, then nodded to the Felucians.*
Okay—
*She corrected herself and repeated in Felucianese, then turned back to Arela with a smile.*
They don't mind if you stay. Food won't be ready for a little while though, so do you want to find a place to rest first, or do you want to do something else?
*Maybe they could get to know her more... if she knew anything for them to get to know. Morgan didn't know if it was just recent events she couldn't remember, or... anything else. Well, they could probably find out... possibly.*

Terra nodded and led Arela into the village, taking a moment to pick up her bag where she had dropped it to play ball with the little Felucians. After finding a secluded spot, she say down, beckoning Arela to sit as well. Honestly, Terra wasn't sure where to start the discussion, and judging by the look on Morgan's face, she didn't either. But she had to help somehow, so she smiled reassuringly at Arela."So um...do you remember anything at all?"