Allyria left the hovel in the middle of the night, her cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders and over her head. She shivered softly, the cold night airs and humid vapors of the jungle seeming to pierce through her thin clothes. Trembling, she wandered towards the crates to get something to eat. Someone was asleep there. She blinked, then backed away. There was a half eaten platter of breads and meat on the top of a sleazy cantina trash bin. The starving girl dashed over and collected some of the food, nibbling some bread as she darted from the trash and into the streets. She finished eating some more food as she ran, ragged boots pounding against the dirt paths. She tripped suddenly then found herself falling towards the sleeping figure by the crates. A curse flew from the teen's lips. Hopefully, he wouldn't report her to the authorities and no guards were near to enforce whatever curfew time they were using.<br/><br/>Dimitria rolled her eyes, slowly turning to face the idiot behind her. She crossed her arms, tilting her chin. Her long curly blond hair trailed down onto her leather jacket and she gave a light smile. "The Empire deserves complete control over its subjects. I could have you penalized for treason just for that last sentence," she taunted back, eyes sparkling with soft light. She smirked, turning in her skin tight suit and beginning to stalk the other way with the grace of a wild feline.