It was fairly easy to track her student down despite the swirling presences of sentient beings around them. The Force shifted to match Xeno's emotions, and Hrist did not need to physically see her student to know that he had already spotted her and was making his way towards her. The Zabrak always seemed so drawn to her, and had Hrist only known what infatuation meant then she would be quite sure that it was what her darling boy felt for her. But she did not have the word for such emotion, and still it amused her greatly when her gaze met the Acolyte's as her dance partner slowly spun her around.
One moment she was in the arms of a nobody with impure, worthless thoughts. All it took was the blink of an eye and the man quickly but carefully passed the female Marauder to the Zabrak, and Hrist found herself in her student's arms. She looked up at Xeno through delicate lashes, blood red lips stretching into an amused smile.
Her hands found the Acolyte's arms, guiding his hands to rest on her waist. Soon they found his chest, palms sliding up to rest on his shoulders as she let him take the lead. She listened to him ramble about not belonging here, and even her choice in dance partners. Hrist chuckled mirthfully at her dear student, one hand lifting to softly tap the tip of his nose with a finger.
"I would have ripped off your jaw if I wanted you to shut up," she teased him, ruby eyes shining with glee as she watched every passing emotion on his face. His aim to always please her was one of the reasons why Hrist nor Saragnayan continued to keep Xeno around, counting his strength and potential to be of use to her as well. "And besides," she continued, "that man I was dancing with was supposed to be a plaything – and you scared him away."
She leaned up to Xeno, a teasing grin on her lips. "You'll have to make up for that loss, my dear Xeno."
Of course she was just kidding, but the Zabrak didn't need to know that.
The music changed into a livelier one, and Hrist's eyes narrowed in distaste. She tutted once, expression darkening for half a moment. Her grip on Xeno's shoulder tightened enough to border on being painful but she caught herself, not wanting to break the Acolyte's bones just because she expressed a deep dislike for the change in music and, subsequently, the dance to complement it. The Marauder took a step back, intent on singling out who was responsible for interrupting her slow dance with her student when a melodious voice greeted both master and student.
Drawing on the etiquettes her Father taught her, Hrist dispelled the anger she felt to face the passing Lord (@Mr. Teatime), offering him a respectful bow and greeting before he could step past her and Xeno.
"Good evening, my Lord."
And then he was off, and the Marauder was not a fool to stop him and make idle talk – what could they possibly talk about? She didn't want to waste his time, nor hers, with mindless chatter. She watched the Lord as he approached Darth Malicia, her attention soon caught by the bouquet of flowers Darth Stolas' attendant was carrying.
Hrist would've laughed out loud if she could, but she quashed down the desire and toned down her amusement, keeping them all to herself, avoiding conflict as much as she could. A pale hand found Xeno's arm, keeping him close to her where they stood as she watched the interaction between the two Darths from a relatively safe distance.
This should be interesting, she told her student, her thoughts brushing his.
@Scoobert
One moment she was in the arms of a nobody with impure, worthless thoughts. All it took was the blink of an eye and the man quickly but carefully passed the female Marauder to the Zabrak, and Hrist found herself in her student's arms. She looked up at Xeno through delicate lashes, blood red lips stretching into an amused smile.
Her hands found the Acolyte's arms, guiding his hands to rest on her waist. Soon they found his chest, palms sliding up to rest on his shoulders as she let him take the lead. She listened to him ramble about not belonging here, and even her choice in dance partners. Hrist chuckled mirthfully at her dear student, one hand lifting to softly tap the tip of his nose with a finger.
"I would have ripped off your jaw if I wanted you to shut up," she teased him, ruby eyes shining with glee as she watched every passing emotion on his face. His aim to always please her was one of the reasons why Hrist nor Saragnayan continued to keep Xeno around, counting his strength and potential to be of use to her as well. "And besides," she continued, "that man I was dancing with was supposed to be a plaything – and you scared him away."
She leaned up to Xeno, a teasing grin on her lips. "You'll have to make up for that loss, my dear Xeno."
Of course she was just kidding, but the Zabrak didn't need to know that.
The music changed into a livelier one, and Hrist's eyes narrowed in distaste. She tutted once, expression darkening for half a moment. Her grip on Xeno's shoulder tightened enough to border on being painful but she caught herself, not wanting to break the Acolyte's bones just because she expressed a deep dislike for the change in music and, subsequently, the dance to complement it. The Marauder took a step back, intent on singling out who was responsible for interrupting her slow dance with her student when a melodious voice greeted both master and student.
Drawing on the etiquettes her Father taught her, Hrist dispelled the anger she felt to face the passing Lord (@Mr. Teatime), offering him a respectful bow and greeting before he could step past her and Xeno.
"Good evening, my Lord."
And then he was off, and the Marauder was not a fool to stop him and make idle talk – what could they possibly talk about? She didn't want to waste his time, nor hers, with mindless chatter. She watched the Lord as he approached Darth Malicia, her attention soon caught by the bouquet of flowers Darth Stolas' attendant was carrying.
Hrist would've laughed out loud if she could, but she quashed down the desire and toned down her amusement, keeping them all to herself, avoiding conflict as much as she could. A pale hand found Xeno's arm, keeping him close to her where they stood as she watched the interaction between the two Darths from a relatively safe distance.
This should be interesting, she told her student, her thoughts brushing his.
@Scoobert