Day 35

It actually is her birthday today, but no one seems to remember.

No one seems to remember because she's sure no one knows the true date of her birth, herself included. Lost so many years to Qetesh, and then the running. Slinking around in the dark parts of commerce planets and bazaars. Stealing objects and cargo ships and selling trinkets that never truly belonged to her.

From a sarcophagus she might be a thousand years old, from close calls and missed escapes she might be hundred, but in the time she had truly to her self, she's less than five.