Dreams

Fennec didn't sleep much that night, mostly out of fear. The sand beneath her feet and the chill air on her skin only made her feelings of distress even worse. All she was thinking of was getting her clothes back, cursing herself for being so foolish, "how could I not have remembered the trap door."

Restlessly pacing back and forth she racked her brain to find a way out of this. It was pretty obvious there was no way out of the pit and she was fairly sure there was nothing she could say to convince Drash to let her go.

Sitting on a rock, she curled her toes into the sand and thought about Fett. He couldn't see her like this, he would never look at her the same way again. The only reason any of this had happened was because she was just trying to protect his image. Now, whether ruined or preserved, it seemed both their reputations were linked together. Her mind continued to race with worry for more than just herself.

As the night turned into the early hours of the morning her mind had burned out and she began to feel fatigued from thinking so much. With the cold rock pressing hard against her exposed backside she decided to move. Sliding down to sit on the sand she drew her legs into her torso and wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them. Hugging her body for heat she tried to picture something warm in her mind.

Laying down on her side in the fetal position with her head resting on her arm, Shand's eyes became heavy and started to close. In her sleep Fennec dreamed of the quiet nights by the campfire when she had first met Boba. It was before taking the palace, before recruiting the mods or gamorreans, when it was just the two of them. Her dream conjured up his words from when he offered what no other client had before, loyalty.

"I will cut you in on the success and pledge my life to protect yours."

She had looked away for a second and tried to supress a smirk. Not wanting to betray her true feelings she teased that living with the tuskens had made him soft. She was always hesitant to trust anyone but he saved her life and his vision did appeal to her. She was fed up working for idiots and tired of always being alone. With Fett she had someone worth fighting for, not some rich fool who looked down at her but a partner who was her equal. By his side she'd have a future with someone she knew would always have her back and stay with her no matter what. Fennec believed the two of them could make a way of life they wanted, one that was true to who they were, together.

Trying to think of something warm had worked, even laying on the cold floor of the pit her body temperature became hotter as she remembered the cozy feeling of the campfire. The gentle tone of Fett's voice and the way the flames flickered in his eyes.

Woken by a loud grating sound Shand heard footsteps approaching before stopping in front of her. Rubbing her weary eyes she looked up to see Drash standing over her holding something in her hand...