It was a hot morning in the deserts of Tatooine. Gaxiee Win settled in her temporary dwelling. She had been taken in by a family of a husband and a wife the day before. A man lived there as well, a young man. Gaxiee didn't know who he was, she never spoke of him.
"I was orphaned at the age of three, so I was told," said Gaxiee to the house inhabitants.
" 'So I was told?' what do you mean by that?" asked the woman "Who was taking care of you before your stay here?" she continued.
"Stay? Eliothia, she cannot 'stay' here for more than a week, you know," her husband interrupted the conversation attempting to whisper.
Gaxiee had pretended that she didn't here the last phrase, she had no place to call as a home. "Eliothia, that's your name? It's beautiful, it sounds somewhat familiar," Gaxiee forced her eyes to close when she realized she just proved she had heard them with her previous sentences.
Eliothia's husband looked at her with a face as though he was telling her to leave his property.
"Ma-Maybe we should get introduced before we make our plans," suggested Eliothia. She knew it didn't sound as polite as she would have hoped.
"My name, er, my name. My name is G-Gaxiee. Gaxiee Win." she managed. "I don't think I will be staying long, I can leave now. I'm sorry," she continued to scatter words.
"Why are you sorry, dear?" said Eliothia.
"Nothing, maybe I should just go," She stormed out.
Eliothia noticed what appeared to be a bleeding sore on the back of her right leg as she tried to walk out. This may have explained Gaxiee's weak attitude.
"Oh, darling. Stop right there, you're wounded," Eliothia exaggerated.
Gaxiee slowly looked down. She grew a worried face, looked back at Eliothia, and began to run. She ran farther and farther until she could reach the markets and stalls of Tatooine.
She tried to get help but was completely inarticulate when she tried to speak with the store owners.
An old woman saw her wound. She looked at her face and said nothing.
Gaxiee let out a tear.
Finally she said "Help me, please help!" she pointed to her leg with her dirty cracked fingernails.
This was where a costumer who seemed to know quite a lot about treatments and home remedies had taken her into his house.
"Here, drink this," He instructed with a sour tone in his voice.
"I was orphaned at the age of three, so I was told," said Gaxiee to the house inhabitants.
" 'So I was told?' what do you mean by that?" asked the woman "Who was taking care of you before your stay here?" she continued.
"Stay? Eliothia, she cannot 'stay' here for more than a week, you know," her husband interrupted the conversation attempting to whisper.
Gaxiee had pretended that she didn't here the last phrase, she had no place to call as a home. "Eliothia, that's your name? It's beautiful, it sounds somewhat familiar," Gaxiee forced her eyes to close when she realized she just proved she had heard them with her previous sentences.
Eliothia's husband looked at her with a face as though he was telling her to leave his property.
"Ma-Maybe we should get introduced before we make our plans," suggested Eliothia. She knew it didn't sound as polite as she would have hoped.
"My name, er, my name. My name is G-Gaxiee. Gaxiee Win." she managed. "I don't think I will be staying long, I can leave now. I'm sorry," she continued to scatter words.
"Why are you sorry, dear?" said Eliothia.
"Nothing, maybe I should just go," She stormed out.
Eliothia noticed what appeared to be a bleeding sore on the back of her right leg as she tried to walk out. This may have explained Gaxiee's weak attitude.
"Oh, darling. Stop right there, you're wounded," Eliothia exaggerated.
Gaxiee slowly looked down. She grew a worried face, looked back at Eliothia, and began to run. She ran farther and farther until she could reach the markets and stalls of Tatooine.
She tried to get help but was completely inarticulate when she tried to speak with the store owners.
An old woman saw her wound. She looked at her face and said nothing.
Gaxiee let out a tear.
Finally she said "Help me, please help!" she pointed to her leg with her dirty cracked fingernails.
This was where a costumer who seemed to know quite a lot about treatments and home remedies had taken her into his house.
"Here, drink this," He instructed with a sour tone in his voice.