In the twilight, a multicoloured gaze studied the darkening horizon of blooming embers spreading themselves across the wispy, tree-scraped sky. As the sun shone its final light, a vast array of crimson and indigo plumed in its wake, the shades blackening with the night's gradual succession over the world. It was just another sight for the sky-watcher who had always taken a peculiar liking to sunrises and sunsets, though now the spectacular sight didn't seem to satisfy her eyes. Every other time she had observed the striking display, she subconsciously held the comfort of returning home, knowing she even had a home to return to, a life to continue. Inhaling the cool breezes of the new season, a unrested sigh slipped from her lips. Oh, how the tables had turned; her life had taken a drastic change. Now, she had no home or life to return to, and no matter how many days she woke up alone hoping it would all reverse, nothing seemed to work. It was reality, after all. Turning away from the view, she casted her last glimpse of the light before commencing a smooth lumber into the night. With stars starting to speckle the ebony cape above her, she sought to return "home" and make overnight use of whatever abandoned den or natural shelter she came across. And so the next day would repeat the previous one, travelling in search for her family with fallen hopes, fending for herself with use of her hunting skills and finding places to sleep each night. The life of a loner, a lone Varda.
