Hera sat quietly at a little table on the planet of Boonta. In her hand, a delicate cup of caf, and at her table, a small pastry. Sipping the caf, Hera waited for the Padawan she had requested to arrive. There was a mission here on Boonta, and there was only one Padawan she thought of who could help her complete it. Suddenly, the caf in her cup began to rattle, then the ground beneath her, then the table, then, finally, it arrived. A land speeder flew by the tables of the cafe at near break-neck speeds, flinging everything off every table that wasn't being held down.
Hera, along with a dozen other spectators, jumped up and screamed at the speeder in excitement. Today, like most days, was a race day on Boonta. And Hera needed Ezra Thorne for her machinations this day. Though she had to admit to herself, she could've attempted the race herself. She had rented a StarHawk Swoop anyway. But that was the keyword, 'rented,' there was no guarantee that her bike would be as fast as advertised or even half as reliable.
But Ezra was practically an expert in Hera's mind, especially after seeing how he drove a speeder-bike on Telos. Though more than wanting Ezra for his skill, Hera had a deep desire to reconcile with the young man. She had, effectively, nearly driven a wedge between Ezra and Dash. Her own former Padawan and his lover, someone who might even spend the rest of his life with Dash, and Hera had attempted to destroy their relationship. More than anything, she wanted Ezra to know that she wasn't out to get him and that she hoped he and Dash 'worked out.'
Of course, Hera was certain Ezra would never come if he knew that Hera was the one requesting him. Therefore, she had explicitly asked Zathria to keep it a 'surprise.' Now, assuming the bargain held up, Hera would owe Zathria a favor from this moment on. Sitting back down, Hera attempted to sip whatever she could from the cup of caf after losing most of the liquid when she lept from her chair earlier.
Hera, along with a dozen other spectators, jumped up and screamed at the speeder in excitement. Today, like most days, was a race day on Boonta. And Hera needed Ezra Thorne for her machinations this day. Though she had to admit to herself, she could've attempted the race herself. She had rented a StarHawk Swoop anyway. But that was the keyword, 'rented,' there was no guarantee that her bike would be as fast as advertised or even half as reliable.
But Ezra was practically an expert in Hera's mind, especially after seeing how he drove a speeder-bike on Telos. Though more than wanting Ezra for his skill, Hera had a deep desire to reconcile with the young man. She had, effectively, nearly driven a wedge between Ezra and Dash. Her own former Padawan and his lover, someone who might even spend the rest of his life with Dash, and Hera had attempted to destroy their relationship. More than anything, she wanted Ezra to know that she wasn't out to get him and that she hoped he and Dash 'worked out.'
Of course, Hera was certain Ezra would never come if he knew that Hera was the one requesting him. Therefore, she had explicitly asked Zathria to keep it a 'surprise.' Now, assuming the bargain held up, Hera would owe Zathria a favor from this moment on. Sitting back down, Hera attempted to sip whatever she could from the cup of caf after losing most of the liquid when she lept from her chair earlier.
@Sreeya