To Amarillo? To the nearest bar? To anywhere except here?
The Wynndalorian was having a bad day. Not only had she crashed her spaceship on some random chunk of rock in the middle of nowhere, but she was certain the Child had filled his diaper with something unpleasant. She frowned and made a mental note “no more fish eggs for the kid” as smells seeped under her helmet. For a moment she wished she could remove it… and gag. But this was not the way. Neither were the directions that Google Space Maps had provided. They were certainly not the way either. The Wynndalorian sighed and stuck her thumb out, hoping a space trucker would spot her flash of thigh and offer a ride. The things she did for a morning coffee in lockdown were just ridiculous these days.
Tattoo: Lilithe’/ Stardust Tattoos (BoM, Omega, Legacy inc)
Pose: .::Hazeel::. Poses / On the way (bento pose w/ mirror inc)
Backdrop: Synnergy / Space Mountain Backdrop