The crisp morning air misted her breath as she emerged from the small place she and Mina had chosen to book rooms in for the night. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she glanced over her shoulder at the comparatively humble dwelling, its pristine walls and painted window frames. She shook her head. Everything here, from this small house – no more than a cabin, really – to the breathtaking vista of the snowcapped mountains on the horizon had an air of grandeur, a transient beauty she had yet to find elsewhere. Much of it stemmed from the planet's rich history, she mused, making her way along the paved walkway towards the slowly awakening market area. Alderaan had been a symbol for peace and stability throughout the decades, until the Sith invasion and the return of House Ulgo had shaken up the order of things, sending the other noble families reeling. Here however, in the quiet of morning, she could feel the solidity and weight that grounded this world in its past. The one in which citizens took the time to paint their window frames and tend their meticulously kept gardens.
She sighed, watching her breath plume and pulling her thick woolen cloak tighter around herself. Bright-eyed merchants were watching her approach with interest, eager to demonstrate the quality of their craft. She couldn't help but stop next to a clothing stall, brushing her hand along the fine silks rippling like water under her touch while she let the vendor drone on about the material's origin. She finally smiled her regrets, turning away from the finery and bought a warm pair of gloves to appease the trader. She had other business here. She found a number of stalls with the goods she wanted, browsing through datapads and holorecordings before purchasing a few, hoping that at least some of this information would be useful to her friend. As the sun crested the lowest mountain ridge and the remainder of the city starting shaking itself awake, she pocketed her new acquisitions and headed back.
She had to see a girl about a ghost.