Scene #2: @Jago Haaldin
Location: Clearing South of the Venator
The Nautolan's smile was infectious, and it fully erased whatever unease that was left in Reiel's system. It was nice to be in the company of someone who exuded an affable aura for a change, and to Reiel it was a breath of fresh air. Being a bounty hunter, and a Mandalorian as well, she always found herself in places where people tended look at her with either fear, distrust, and even hostility. Not only was the Nautolan seemingly friendly, he also appeared trustworthy – smiling and talking to her with ease as he did so.
The young Mandalorian found herself grinning at his remark about the huge ship. She could only agree with the statement, allowing herself a light chuckle as she nodded.
"If it weren't for the technology and the science behind it, I might say it's sorcery that keeps these things floating up," she concurred, still grinning at him despite the helmet covering her head.
While Reiel had been taught by her buir not to trust other people so readily than she previously did when she was yet to be under his care, there was something about the Nautolan that made her think that it was alright to trust him. Well, he'd been really genuinely nice so far and showed no reason for Reiel to be wary towards him. Her aching bruises seemed to protest at the thought of the Nautolan turning out to be the opposite afterwards, and so Reiel trusted that her judgement about him would hold true and fair.
She smiled even more when he bowed politely and began to answer her questions. So that was why his routine looked familiar, having been taught in many places across the galaxy. Her adoptive father fought using a style that resembled this one, and Reiel could now see where her buir tweaked some movements to better suit his hulking stature. The young Mandalorian's weakness might be close combat, but it did not curb her desire to learn so she could improve herself even in the slightest. So when the Nautolan played coy with that last comment, Reiel's eyes were already wide with open interest.
"Really? May I ask what reason– ouch!" the young Mandalorian asked, then winced, when she swiftly shifted her upper body to his direction. Pain flared in her sides, and she quickly stifled the additional sounds of pain that almost escaped her throat.
Aw, kriff. You never did pull even a single punch, Dad, you big bully.
She was wincing slightly underneath her bucket because of the sudden pain, but Reiel made sure that her voice would remain even and interested as she repeated the question. "What's the reason it's well-known? It's not some form of Jedi martial arts, is it? 'Cause it doesn't look like it to me."
Location: Clearing South of the Venator
The Nautolan's smile was infectious, and it fully erased whatever unease that was left in Reiel's system. It was nice to be in the company of someone who exuded an affable aura for a change, and to Reiel it was a breath of fresh air. Being a bounty hunter, and a Mandalorian as well, she always found herself in places where people tended look at her with either fear, distrust, and even hostility. Not only was the Nautolan seemingly friendly, he also appeared trustworthy – smiling and talking to her with ease as he did so.
The young Mandalorian found herself grinning at his remark about the huge ship. She could only agree with the statement, allowing herself a light chuckle as she nodded.
"If it weren't for the technology and the science behind it, I might say it's sorcery that keeps these things floating up," she concurred, still grinning at him despite the helmet covering her head.
While Reiel had been taught by her buir not to trust other people so readily than she previously did when she was yet to be under his care, there was something about the Nautolan that made her think that it was alright to trust him. Well, he'd been really genuinely nice so far and showed no reason for Reiel to be wary towards him. Her aching bruises seemed to protest at the thought of the Nautolan turning out to be the opposite afterwards, and so Reiel trusted that her judgement about him would hold true and fair.
She smiled even more when he bowed politely and began to answer her questions. So that was why his routine looked familiar, having been taught in many places across the galaxy. Her adoptive father fought using a style that resembled this one, and Reiel could now see where her buir tweaked some movements to better suit his hulking stature. The young Mandalorian's weakness might be close combat, but it did not curb her desire to learn so she could improve herself even in the slightest. So when the Nautolan played coy with that last comment, Reiel's eyes were already wide with open interest.
"Really? May I ask what reason– ouch!" the young Mandalorian asked, then winced, when she swiftly shifted her upper body to his direction. Pain flared in her sides, and she quickly stifled the additional sounds of pain that almost escaped her throat.
Aw, kriff. You never did pull even a single punch, Dad, you big bully.
She was wincing slightly underneath her bucket because of the sudden pain, but Reiel made sure that her voice would remain even and interested as she repeated the question. "What's the reason it's well-known? It's not some form of Jedi martial arts, is it? 'Cause it doesn't look like it to me."