<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/807557987769122816/832686820633346078/Hira_Jedi.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Hira Darksun (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2419961)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>45 / 45<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 17 (Flat Footed 17)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 17<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 20<br/></div></div><br/>Even Hira's training under a Jedi and stoicism as an Echani didn't save her from a wince when her awkward attempt at asking Leri for a spar in the most socially inept way possible was interrupted by some very pointy teeth sinking into her leg. And she wasn't the only one suddenly pounced upon by a bag of kittens that had a scarily synced sleep rhythm... Considering that Leri now had a new head ornament that meowed. On Leri's suggestion, the Echani nodded with the hint of a smile despite having a tiny animal trying to eat her.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, I'll get the rascal."</strong>She said with some humor, before trying to nab the little grey kitten at the neck so it wouldn't end up tangled even further into Leri's hair. Trying to extract a cat from someone's head had not been how she imagined her escape from Coruscant, but... it was certainly more pleasant than what she had feared might happen.<strong>"Come on you tiny terror, this isn't a ball of yarn..."</strong>