Hannlya. Cathar form.
Boga. Coastal Varactyl form.
"Whoa, girl," the Cathar smuggler said, patting the varactyl's neck as she tossed her head. The dragonmount snorted as the Cathar jumped down out of her saddle, taking the reins and holding them as she guided the creature through a particularly rocky passage. The dragonmount still seemed a bit hesitant to go through the passage, but once they were through, she was a little calmer.
"I know you don't like these rocks, Boga, but there are worse places where we could be, you know," Hannlya said, and the dragonmount trilled in disagreement. "It really isn't all that bad. Stormtroopers could've shot us down, you know, if the Emperor ever found out that Sevrina was Force-sensitive, even if she's untrained."