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Indigenous: originating or occurring naturally in a particular place; native
Bryell Calimada was thrilled to be back on her homeplanet of Hoth. Through her journeys with the Rebellion, she had gone to and stayed on so many amazing and fascinating planets, but she was excited to be back on Hoth.
She hadn’t been back since she was a kid and she had missed the biting winds and harsh temperatures. Bryell smirked briefly. She found it amusing everytime she said or thought something like that. The one time she said something like that outloud to someone they had looked at her like she was insane.
The people of Hoth generally had a better resistance to the extreme temperatures and Bryell, though she left when she was young, had never really grown out of it. That trait of hers had made jumping from one warm or temperate planet to another annoying uncomfortable.
However, now that she was taking her first steps off of the Clarity and could feel the snow beneath her boots and the crisp wind and breathe in the frigid air, Bryell couldn’t help but feel comforted.
This felt like home.