Dressed in her mother's latest creation, a silky shimmery lace gold gown with plenty of hand-embroidered flowers, Clove made her way to the Lassiter estate. Much to her own disbelief. All she had done was contact Sibyl's assistant and request that an upcoming fundraising gala be held on Brentaal. Instead of a simple yes or no, she received an invitation to visit the Senator in the woman's estate.
And well, Clove couldn't exactly say no to that.
Still, she'd be lying if she said her hands weren't trembling from nerves as she tucked her curly mane into a messy bun—because Force knew she couldn't tame her hair into anything neater than this. Sibyl was.... Sibyl was scary. Sure! Clove has spoken with diplomats before, and even with Zak and Raze! But while meeting Raze was terrifying, to say the least, she somewhat knew what to expect. It would either go well or she'd have to fight her way out of there alive. With Sibyl... Sibyl was different. She wasn't as strong or as dangerous as Raze, but you couldn't fight her with a lightsaber. No, if you get on Sibyl's bad side, it isn't your health you are concerned about. It's everything else. And that idea petrified Clove. But if she could get over her fears to meet Raze, she could also get over her fears to meet Sibyl.
Plus, she was also curious as to why Sibyl wanted to meet her in the first place. It'd be the first New Republic meeting after all!
Despite her nerves, the short half-Annfyn found herself in front of the estate's gates, ID'ing herself in order to be let in. Clove couldn't help but stare with wide eyes as she passed through the gates and made her way toward the manor's main grand door. It was one of the few unexpected benefits of creating the Star Guardians, seeing some of the most beautiful places she'd never even dared to dream of. And so, after a lot of dreamy sighs, Clove finally came to a stop in front of the large white door. She looked down at her dress for a second to ensure that everything was as perfect as it could be. And, after brushing her hand over a fold to force it to lay smoothly, that same hand rose into the air to knock on the wooden frame.
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