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So when the Knight caught wind of the astral lights would be emerging on Sinta, he couldn't take a chance to miss it, and it seemed he wasn't the only one. Thousands had poured into the ice camps, to see the various sculptures, structures and dazzling lights. The smell of sweets and treats filled the air. It almost made him think that nothing was going on in the galaxy. This is why we fight, this is why we must prevail...to protect this. He thought to himself, as he sat on small bank of snow, outside of the festival, watching the stars alone.
She couldn't remember the last time she ever took a break... for anything.
She dressed simply in warm gear, the parka robe a light blue with white fur-looking material around the hood. Yellow-green eyes stared up into the shimmering greens and blues of the skies above, and in that moment... she felt it.
Peace.
She had something caramelized on a stick to nibble on as she meandered, but she forgot what it was; a root of some kind, slightly spicy and sweet, and as she walked the flood of voices chattered and laughed around her, voices lost into the glittering darkness of night. It was nice, just for now, to not be in training, or in a trial, or even trapped on Nar Shaddaa, though in quiet moments like this she genuinely did miss her little corner, and wondered how Jaxu was handling things.
She happened to just glance about, searching for a familiar face...
And found one.
She gave a small grin, and stopped by one vendor, ordering two special cups of caf and another stick of... whatever it was, she couldn't read the text too well. Stepping over, she realized she never really saw the Knight outside of the Order, or at peace, for that matter. He always seemed to be off in his own head. So perhaps giving him a social nudge wouldn't be too bad an idea.
"Hey."
She grinned, holding aloft one of the cups of caf and the treat as an offering, green eyes glittering with that ever-present touch of mischief. "I come in peace, and bring offerings of halfway decent caf since you look a bit chilly. Mind the company?"
She figured the least she could do was buy him a cup of caf, and leave him alone if he wanted. She could definitely understand the need to be alone; sometimes the galaxy was all the more beautiful for its' solitary spaces.
@TWD26
She dressed simply in warm gear, the parka robe a light blue with white fur-looking material around the hood. Yellow-green eyes stared up into the shimmering greens and blues of the skies above, and in that moment... she felt it.
Peace.
She had something caramelized on a stick to nibble on as she meandered, but she forgot what it was; a root of some kind, slightly spicy and sweet, and as she walked the flood of voices chattered and laughed around her, voices lost into the glittering darkness of night. It was nice, just for now, to not be in training, or in a trial, or even trapped on Nar Shaddaa, though in quiet moments like this she genuinely did miss her little corner, and wondered how Jaxu was handling things.
She happened to just glance about, searching for a familiar face...
And found one.
She gave a small grin, and stopped by one vendor, ordering two special cups of caf and another stick of... whatever it was, she couldn't read the text too well. Stepping over, she realized she never really saw the Knight outside of the Order, or at peace, for that matter. He always seemed to be off in his own head. So perhaps giving him a social nudge wouldn't be too bad an idea.
"Hey."
She grinned, holding aloft one of the cups of caf and the treat as an offering, green eyes glittering with that ever-present touch of mischief. "I come in peace, and bring offerings of halfway decent caf since you look a bit chilly. Mind the company?"
She figured the least she could do was buy him a cup of caf, and leave him alone if he wanted. She could definitely understand the need to be alone; sometimes the galaxy was all the more beautiful for its' solitary spaces.
@TWD26
Oren had never been great at making friends throughout his career as a Jedi. While other Padawans would go on adventures or study together, Oren would be away hidden in his room or in a nook or cranny with his nose dug into a holopad. He didn't mind being alone, he found it to be peaceful, but it often left him ill prepared during his younger years.
He had become more extroverted as he aged and grew as a person, but by no stretch of the imagination was he mister popular--or at least saw it that way. He would turn his face towards the face, his chocolate eyes connecting with the slick golden eyes of Nash as a soft smile formed on his face. "Small galaxy, isn't it?"
He would motion his hand for her to sit, his blue tunic gently blowing with the cold wind. It felt nice to be beside another person at this moment. He would wait for her to sit, before he spoke up, "Thank you," he'd say as he took the cup with his robotic hand. The spices and smells were sweet, and secretly he was itching to begin slurping away, but resisted the urge. "What brings you to this side of the galaxy?"
tag: @Killa Ree
"It is."
She chuckled, handing over his drink and settling down, mindful not to spill anything as she leaned back to gaze at the stars. There weren't many places you could pause and watch the galaxy spin on, but this small, rocky asteroid seemed to be one of them. She nodded, then sniffed at the caf, and had to suppress a chuckle.
Just as she suspected, someone laced the brew with some alcohol of some kind. Well... it was one way to warm up. "Don't you know?" She tilted her head at him, amusement perking in her eyes as her face took on a visage of mock seriousness. "Cathars will follow anything with enough lights attached." She waited a couple beats, before bursting out laughing, shaking her head.
"Ah... I kid. I had an old worker of mine invite me here, but she's with her family now." She nodded towards the crowd, but the leggy Twi'Lek was already long gone into the crowd. Her grin softened, ears flicked forward and tail curled around her knees. "Never expected to see a familiar face, though. I pegged you for a more scholarly type." She briefly flickered a glance back his way before taking a sip of caf, savoring the bitterness with the sweet.
@TWD26
She chuckled, handing over his drink and settling down, mindful not to spill anything as she leaned back to gaze at the stars. There weren't many places you could pause and watch the galaxy spin on, but this small, rocky asteroid seemed to be one of them. She nodded, then sniffed at the caf, and had to suppress a chuckle.
Just as she suspected, someone laced the brew with some alcohol of some kind. Well... it was one way to warm up. "Don't you know?" She tilted her head at him, amusement perking in her eyes as her face took on a visage of mock seriousness. "Cathars will follow anything with enough lights attached." She waited a couple beats, before bursting out laughing, shaking her head.
"Ah... I kid. I had an old worker of mine invite me here, but she's with her family now." She nodded towards the crowd, but the leggy Twi'Lek was already long gone into the crowd. Her grin softened, ears flicked forward and tail curled around her knees. "Never expected to see a familiar face, though. I pegged you for a more scholarly type." She briefly flickered a glance back his way before taking a sip of caf, savoring the bitterness with the sweet.
@TWD26
It was a remarkable sight to be sure, one that Mila hadn't seen before in her relatively short life. Funny how a few lights at a certain hour could have such a magnificent outcome. There was something else about this sight that had caught her interest, and it all hinged on a bit of philosophy. 'The Dark needs the light, just as the Light needs the Dark'. At first she had just disregarded the idea as some deranged rambling, but was it really? She witnessed first hand the darkness in her own padawan, and despite her best attempts, she felt that her attempts to reign Brahe in had only made him more distant. The two both had a close relationship, and yet, Mila's intentions to reign him in had lead only to failure; if Brahe was Darkness and she the Light, it seemed to e quite viable. Perhaps she was over thinking it, being too literal over something that could have very well been nonsense. She looked to the cup of 'Naboo Cider' she had in hand and scowled. She was driving herself insane with this thinking. She needed to get a grip. That was part of the reason she was here after all, so with great effort, Mila took in a deep breath and pushed those negative thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the peaceful night that was on display before her.
His hands were shaking, his teeth were a chattering and his hair now had frozen solid so that his bed head could be seen for all. One defiant strain of hair lay in just the right spot to mess with the vision in his left eye. Felix though had two consolations: The warm cup of hot chocolate he held firmly with both hands as he let the radiant heat bring warmth his hands and then warm his soul, as well as the view. By the force what a view it was! The lights dance and quivered in the night sky casting a green tint upon everything. In that moment as he looked upon it and tried his best to snuggle himself in his worn and ratty clothes that all things seem to fall away from his mind. You could take a moment and let everything fade away and experience absolute serenity. He felt his cheeks warm and a small sideways grin as he knew he must of looked ridiculous with his rosy red cheeks and nose. Still he just took another sip of his chocolaty elixir.
No wonder everyone on Sinta dropped every part of their busy lives for this day. After all what was the point of speeding through life and stressing if it meant missing out on the little things. That was what this night for. Felix leaned back in his chair, kicked his feet up and stared off to the horizon. In that moment it was warmer here than it ever could on Mustafar.
No wonder everyone on Sinta dropped every part of their busy lives for this day. After all what was the point of speeding through life and stressing if it meant missing out on the little things. That was what this night for. Felix leaned back in his chair, kicked his feet up and stared off to the horizon. In that moment it was warmer here than it ever could on Mustafar.
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“You see those stars, Vayla?” She heard the voice in her head as though it had come from right beside her. She saw the stars, and they looked the same this night as they had looked that day. “That’s Frica, the Dust Orb.” Vayla smiled now as she had giggled back then while laying on the field of her farmstead, gazing up at the Pantoran night sky. “Strange name, Father. What about those stars?” She looked for them now, but those stars were far, far away and she could not find them. “That’s the constellation Eland. See the legs? The head? The horns?” She saw them, in the sky all those years ago, and in her mind tonight. The moon Pantora would not be twinkling quite the same way, but she knew that it glowed with hope all the same, for as long as her heart beat with hope in a galaxy that did not seek to suffer it. I was born from dust, I will return to dust, but I will live my life helping as many lives as I can to keep from suffering the same fate.
A chill rushed over Vayla just then, but it wasn’t the Force, with good grace. No, it was the snow that she was sitting upon, long enough that she was feeling the cold rise through garments. Of which, it was a blessing on her part that her trademark attire, a white robe with blue highlights, was coincidentally in concert with the costume code of this ceremony. Rising from the snow, Vayla pulled her hood down and resolved that so great a goal as giving to the galaxy could be put on pause for now. She had not come to the Sinta Light Ceremony to make light of its promise for peace. Even Jedi needed to escape and to forget, and this was one such occasion to do just that.
Pulling her gaze from the stars and the majestic lights that enveloped the glacier like a canopy, Vayla saw that she wasn’t as alone in her lonely spell as she had thought. Two other figures were off in the distance on the bank of snow, maybe enjoying some companionship together, and another figure was markedly closer. All in all, the area was something of a retreat from a retreat, allowing ones to withdraw from the thriving festival and gain some solace to share with the stars. Well, I’m in no rush to for another Naboo Cider, so I may as well follow my feeling.
There was truth in that. It was easier to sense through the Force another adept who was as near as this one, and Vayla approached the person to discover a Twi’lek, but not just any. This was Jedi Knight Mila Tesara and, as Vayla angled her way into view, she spotted her fellow Jedi holding what could very well have been her very own Naboo Cider. The staple beverage of this ceremony, it would seem.
“Greetings to you, my friend!” Vayla smiled, unsure if the discomfort she was sensing came from either Jedi or the aptly named “Naboo Cider”. “Sorry if I am intruding. Dismiss me at your leisure.” She winked, attempting to move beside Mila and share a look at the stars. “So many… So beautiful… It’s a curious thing. We fly in between myriads of these stars, day and night, see them level with our vessel, or even from above...but when you gaze upon them from the ground...glittering from so far away like diamonds in the dark…or scattered embers from a cosmic fire...” She shook her head with an icy breath in her chest. “What words can describe something so brilliant and bright? So many a luminary? Wrapped in a blanket of light?” Stars were impressive on their own, but doubly so on this ceremony. And, on this glacier, they even had a namesake star to warm up to.
@Algarus
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Fiach was still adjusting to life as a Padawan. Not in a particularly bad way - it was just different to what she was used to. But there was one constant in her life now that echoed time on Klatooine. She was a hard worker. If she wasn't studying, she was practicing. And if she wasn't doing either of those things, she was on a mission, or keeping fit. Where necessary she also ate and slept.
It was partly because this was simply her make-up and to a degree because the alternative was definitely uncomfortable for the Padawan. Many of her peers did social interaction. They took time to chat or 'hang out' as it was termed. Fiach found this a most unproductive use of time and so eschewed it.
But feedback from the Knights and Masters was that she was in danger of becoming a loner - and that rarely boded well. So, with a prompt and prod, Fiach found herself at the Sinta Light Ceremony. And she was prepared - of necessary - to enjoy herself.
It was partly because this was simply her make-up and to a degree because the alternative was definitely uncomfortable for the Padawan. Many of her peers did social interaction. They took time to chat or 'hang out' as it was termed. Fiach found this a most unproductive use of time and so eschewed it.
But feedback from the Knights and Masters was that she was in danger of becoming a loner - and that rarely boded well. So, with a prompt and prod, Fiach found herself at the Sinta Light Ceremony. And she was prepared - of necessary - to enjoy herself.
In an attempt to stay on the bright side of things, (no pun intended), Brahe snuck up behind his unsuspecting master @Algarus, and then pounced like a loth cat attacking it's prey! This time though, it wasn't with claws or biting, but rather, a playful and big hug from behind.
"That's whatcha get for not paying attention, Master! Hahaha!" He said, taking special care to hug her lekku in the process, knowing that it'd probably make her at least a bit flustered. And in that moment, she might have been reminded of that small, young 13 year old boy from Krownest, the kid with a dream of becoming a Jedi so that he could help people and heal a wounded galaxy. The same boy who she had spent the past 5 years of his life training. An entire 5 years spent with the young padawan looking up to her like she was his own mom.
He began to try and tickle Mila, but as he did so, he couldn't help but wonder...
Where are Fiach and Giran?
"That's whatcha get for not paying attention, Master! Hahaha!" He said, taking special care to hug her lekku in the process, knowing that it'd probably make her at least a bit flustered. And in that moment, she might have been reminded of that small, young 13 year old boy from Krownest, the kid with a dream of becoming a Jedi so that he could help people and heal a wounded galaxy. The same boy who she had spent the past 5 years of his life training. An entire 5 years spent with the young padawan looking up to her like she was his own mom.
He began to try and tickle Mila, but as he did so, he couldn't help but wonder...
Where are Fiach and Giran?
Giran had decided he liked cider. It was warm, tasty and gave him this weird feeling in his chest. He savoured the cup he had in his hand. The vendor had said it was mulled and he could smell the spices and feel the warmth through his gloved hands.
Giran had been looking forward to this. A time to get away from all his troubles and just relax. He looked up at the beautiful lights in the sky and gave out a long contented sigh. He'd planned on having these first few moments at the festival to himself, he was sure there were many of his friends and fellow jedi here but there was something so simple about drinking and looking at the lights. Of course he couldn't stand gawking for to long. He had a plan.
He'd spent the last few days preparing. Getting the necessary equipment, permission from the event organizers and sketching, lots and lots of sketching.
He scanned the crowd and found his first target. She was standing in the crowd looking at a loss. Perfect. Giran waltzed over to her the cider giving him a touch more confidence than he was use to.
"Hey, Fiach nice night eh?" Giran said lightly
"So... Um I've been thinking that I should repay you guys for being so nice and welcoming to me recently, you know you didn't have to agree to teach me how to fly and stuff. Um so um in my culture we have a tradition of giving tattoos that signify things and are meaningful" he gestured at his face as he said this pointing out his own freckle like tattoos "and well I wanted to sort of invite you into my culture sorta... Not with a face tattoo of course! Unless that's what you want... Um well anyway would you want one? A tattoo that is." Giran rambled, this had sounded alot more convincing in his head. "I'm a good artist I promise" he added on to the end.
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@Fiach Dubh
Giran had been looking forward to this. A time to get away from all his troubles and just relax. He looked up at the beautiful lights in the sky and gave out a long contented sigh. He'd planned on having these first few moments at the festival to himself, he was sure there were many of his friends and fellow jedi here but there was something so simple about drinking and looking at the lights. Of course he couldn't stand gawking for to long. He had a plan.
He'd spent the last few days preparing. Getting the necessary equipment, permission from the event organizers and sketching, lots and lots of sketching.
He scanned the crowd and found his first target. She was standing in the crowd looking at a loss. Perfect. Giran waltzed over to her the cider giving him a touch more confidence than he was use to.
"Hey, Fiach nice night eh?" Giran said lightly
"So... Um I've been thinking that I should repay you guys for being so nice and welcoming to me recently, you know you didn't have to agree to teach me how to fly and stuff. Um so um in my culture we have a tradition of giving tattoos that signify things and are meaningful" he gestured at his face as he said this pointing out his own freckle like tattoos "and well I wanted to sort of invite you into my culture sorta... Not with a face tattoo of course! Unless that's what you want... Um well anyway would you want one? A tattoo that is." Giran rambled, this had sounded alot more convincing in his head. "I'm a good artist I promise" he added on to the end.
That could have gone better
@Fiach Dubh
Here you go again, thinking about work, the Order..you have someone sitting right beside you and this is what we're focusing on. He would take a sip from the drink as he calmed his nerves. He would lay back against the snow with his eyes focused up on the dancing greens and blues of the astral lights. He didn't say much, simply listened to Nashyr speak, at peace with it all. The scholarly type? Well..she's not wrong.
His brown eyes would turn to watch the student, "Well..someone had to come here and write it down for our library," he'd say with a faint smile, though he'd let the silence fill the area around them. "Truth be told, I've never been great with the whole conversation thing, I have always sort of been the weird loner. Though it seems more and more people are turning to me...and that scares the kriff out of me."
tag: @Killa Ree
HEADPHONES
Planted firmly in the comfortable seat of his swoop bike and well wrapped in layers of comfortable but stylish cold weather gear, earbuds planted firmly where they work best,Hannibal stared upwards at the brilliant lights in the sky. In the distance he could faintly hear the sounds of laughter and merriment, smelling fried foods mixed with fresh snow and the cigarra burning aimlessly between gloved fingers. Aimlessly he sipped at steaming caf, extra-spiked with alcohol, and took a drag. The hot smoke and breath mixed with the cold air, briefly producing an exaggerated cloud that was quickly stolen away by the chill winds. It was nice to get away from how busy he'd been recently, and he almost always tried to attend these sorts of rare cosmic phenomena and cultural events. Today was a good day, but somewhat unusually, he'd decided to spend it mostly off by himself.
Somewhat far off to his left he'd spotted a fellow Jedi, Oren something or other, who he mostly recognized from the meeting in the temple. He was soon joined by Nashyr, a small smile briefly crossing his face at the sight of her. She was always fun to be around, that one, and he'd been glad to see the stray find herself part of the Order. Vaguely he could sense the presence of other lightsiders wandering around below, and he was glad of them too. It was good there were people willing to work hard to the people of the galaxy.
His eyes wandered away from Oren and Nashyr, gazing into the sky, his thoughts dancing along with it.
He thought back to the most recent big events, like the violent massacres that were spread to the galaxy by an incensed Hutt's cameras, the bombings, the actions of the Jade Company. He thought about what life was like on places like Nar Shaddaa, where people like Durr the Hutt were in charge and cared little for the people. He thought about the races he barely remembered and dancing with a grinning cathar amidst cheap booze and a crowd of strangers, of jokes and conversations between himself and Ash, who he just somehow managed to keep running into.
Another drag on his cigarra, another drink, another song played through his earbuds. It was peaceful out here, off by himself in the cold. Steadily he found his thoughts sink away, leaving only the whirling colors raining from the sky, staining an expressionless face. The Force idly seeped through him, bringing him a sense of calm, peaceful isolation. Today was a good day.
Planted firmly in the comfortable seat of his swoop bike and well wrapped in layers of comfortable but stylish cold weather gear, earbuds planted firmly where they work best,Hannibal stared upwards at the brilliant lights in the sky. In the distance he could faintly hear the sounds of laughter and merriment, smelling fried foods mixed with fresh snow and the cigarra burning aimlessly between gloved fingers. Aimlessly he sipped at steaming caf, extra-spiked with alcohol, and took a drag. The hot smoke and breath mixed with the cold air, briefly producing an exaggerated cloud that was quickly stolen away by the chill winds. It was nice to get away from how busy he'd been recently, and he almost always tried to attend these sorts of rare cosmic phenomena and cultural events. Today was a good day, but somewhat unusually, he'd decided to spend it mostly off by himself.
Somewhat far off to his left he'd spotted a fellow Jedi, Oren something or other, who he mostly recognized from the meeting in the temple. He was soon joined by Nashyr, a small smile briefly crossing his face at the sight of her. She was always fun to be around, that one, and he'd been glad to see the stray find herself part of the Order. Vaguely he could sense the presence of other lightsiders wandering around below, and he was glad of them too. It was good there were people willing to work hard to the people of the galaxy.
His eyes wandered away from Oren and Nashyr, gazing into the sky, his thoughts dancing along with it.
He thought back to the most recent big events, like the violent massacres that were spread to the galaxy by an incensed Hutt's cameras, the bombings, the actions of the Jade Company. He thought about what life was like on places like Nar Shaddaa, where people like Durr the Hutt were in charge and cared little for the people. He thought about the races he barely remembered and dancing with a grinning cathar amidst cheap booze and a crowd of strangers, of jokes and conversations between himself and Ash, who he just somehow managed to keep running into.
Another drag on his cigarra, another drink, another song played through his earbuds. It was peaceful out here, off by himself in the cold. Steadily he found his thoughts sink away, leaving only the whirling colors raining from the sky, staining an expressionless face. The Force idly seeped through him, bringing him a sense of calm, peaceful isolation. Today was a good day.
Today, he didn't need to smile.
A low, throaty laugh burst past her lips as she grinned, one dark brow perking up at him. "Tempting thought, but I'll give that a pass for now. Maybe a laser pointer later." She'd heard all the jokes and quips before, but they didn't bother her as they did when she was a youngling. If she really wanted to work up the indignation, she could, but truthfully she just didn't feel like it.
Yeah... she thought as much. Her smile softened as she gazed up, arms wrapping around as her knees hugged up to her chest, mindful of the caf and the remainder of her stick. "Funny you say that... I thought you did pretty well." Her voice still held a trace of the laughter she had earlier, but it was more muted. "Before this, my business was talking to people... in a way, making them happy." A wry chuckle accompanied that thought. "I like people, but crowds...? Gimme a good song and a dance, and I can handle a crowd just fine. But we all have our strengths." She took another sip of her caf, then exhaled, watching the breath coalesce into mist before the wind took it away.
She felt familiar eyes on her back, and glanced about. Slowly her gaze landed on a familiar figure... and for some reason, the sight of that young man just made a good night even better. She gave a small fingerwave before he turned away, and finished the last of her treat, slipping the stick into her pocket. No point in sullying a perfect landscape with her own trash, literally and figuratively.
But then, something clicked. He mentioned it just now..
"Wait... we have a library?!" Her ears pricked forwards as she suddenly leaned towards him, features bright and eyes sparkling with delight. "I had no idea!"
@TWD26 @Mr. Teatime
Yeah... she thought as much. Her smile softened as she gazed up, arms wrapping around as her knees hugged up to her chest, mindful of the caf and the remainder of her stick. "Funny you say that... I thought you did pretty well." Her voice still held a trace of the laughter she had earlier, but it was more muted. "Before this, my business was talking to people... in a way, making them happy." A wry chuckle accompanied that thought. "I like people, but crowds...? Gimme a good song and a dance, and I can handle a crowd just fine. But we all have our strengths." She took another sip of her caf, then exhaled, watching the breath coalesce into mist before the wind took it away.
She felt familiar eyes on her back, and glanced about. Slowly her gaze landed on a familiar figure... and for some reason, the sight of that young man just made a good night even better. She gave a small fingerwave before he turned away, and finished the last of her treat, slipping the stick into her pocket. No point in sullying a perfect landscape with her own trash, literally and figuratively.
But then, something clicked. He mentioned it just now..
"Wait... we have a library?!" Her ears pricked forwards as she suddenly leaned towards him, features bright and eyes sparkling with delight. "I had no idea!"
@TWD26 @Mr. Teatime
He thought about the prospect of dancing, he had no concept of rhythm and didn't even have a particular band or musical preference. Nara had plenty and she would often indulge him with the latest holo-gossip, but it seemed so strange to the former mining slave. "This might sound crazy, but, I've never danced before."
He was so lost in the conversation that he hadn't realized that Hannibal was on the colony as well, along with a whole swarm of Jedi, at that moment it was just him and her. But, his concentration would be broken as he cat her cat like face leaning over top of him in excitement, his head would pull up slightly with an arched brow, "..Yeah..we do," he'd smirk, "Maxims never showed you, did he?" He could feel the markings on his face glow slightly red, "I could show you it sometime...if you'd like?" Oh Kriff am I awkward...
tag: @Killa Ree @Mr. Teatime
She chuckled, taking another gulp of her cooling drink. "I'm not too good with kids," she admitted, giving a sheepish grin. "Before, I... never saw much of anything younger than 18 until recently." She huffed a slight laugh at his comment of them being bored, and giving a one shouldered shrug, lips upquirked in a grin. "I have a gut feeling their happiness and the 'happiness' I gave other people are two different things."
When he admitted not ever dancing before, mischief glinted in her eyes. "No? Perhaps I can teach you sometime; I've been told lightsaber combat can be like dancing. You teach me something, I teach you in return?" Now she was mostly teasing him... but there was some element of truth. She knew she ought to be a bit more reverent, considering his status... but if her assumptions were correct, he was older than some of his peers too, and closer to her own age. There was also Max, but...
Her grin widened at his face, both brows arching now. Was he... blushing? How sweet.
Her chuckle slipped past her lips, but she nodded. "You know... I'd really like that. All I have to go on is family stories and old legends... and no, Max didn't tell me jack. But I'd love that very much." Another icy wind gusted, and she found herself lifting her gaze from Oren's face back to the stars. But a warm, genuine smile curled at her lips, and she sighed, content.
Just for once, she could allow herself a little peace. Then the hard work could really begin.
@TWD26
When he admitted not ever dancing before, mischief glinted in her eyes. "No? Perhaps I can teach you sometime; I've been told lightsaber combat can be like dancing. You teach me something, I teach you in return?" Now she was mostly teasing him... but there was some element of truth. She knew she ought to be a bit more reverent, considering his status... but if her assumptions were correct, he was older than some of his peers too, and closer to her own age. There was also Max, but...
Her grin widened at his face, both brows arching now. Was he... blushing? How sweet.
Her chuckle slipped past her lips, but she nodded. "You know... I'd really like that. All I have to go on is family stories and old legends... and no, Max didn't tell me jack. But I'd love that very much." Another icy wind gusted, and she found herself lifting her gaze from Oren's face back to the stars. But a warm, genuine smile curled at her lips, and she sighed, content.
Just for once, she could allow herself a little peace. Then the hard work could really begin.
@TWD26
Mila had been minding her own thoughts, enjoying the tranquility of the night, when a familiar voice caught her attention. She turned to find a familiar face, Vayla wasn't it? Yes, that sounded right. "No, feel free to join me." She smiled, motioning for a seat to her right. Some company would do her some good, help ease her mind a tad. She glanced up at the sky, glad to have someone to at least speak aloud to now; all this introspection was driving her insane. "I've always looked upon the stars with delight. No matter how often I have been flying around the galaxy, I still find myself looking up at a sky, and it never fails to amaze me. Every planet has a different sky, different stars. It's absolutely encapsulating to think about." Her companions words though were something else, as Mila was impressed by how they managed their word play. "I didn't take you for a poet, that's a lovely way of portraying things." Mila commented, as she looked to the blue skinned woman to her left. She thought of a word to fit, thinking back to some of the things her people often used to compare beauty. She failed of course, those words might as well have been alien to her. "Sometimes, there is no word for beauty, and all you can do is stand and watch it bask before you in all it's glory." Mila remarked, having had all sense of stress vanish from her being, though she felt a faint tingle of danger at the back of her mind. It was soon apparent as to why that was.
Brahe slammed her from behind, as her wrapped her up in a hug. After getting past the initial shock, Mila let out a small chuckle, having let her padawan get the jump on her; though some of her 'Naboo cider' was spilled. She initial amusement turned to slight annoyance, as she felt he had taken hold of one her head tails. "Brahe-" She had began to tell him off, but was cut short as he began to assault her sides, causing her to double over and try to pry his hands off. "Brahe!" She called out through a bout of laughter. She was going to give him a stren talking to once she got this situation under control. She looked over to Vayla for help, as one hand was holding her drink and another was busy battling with her apprentice. So much for having a uneventful night. Though a small part of her wondered where her other students had gotten of to.
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Brahe slammed her from behind, as her wrapped her up in a hug. After getting past the initial shock, Mila let out a small chuckle, having let her padawan get the jump on her; though some of her 'Naboo cider' was spilled. She initial amusement turned to slight annoyance, as she felt he had taken hold of one her head tails. "Brahe-" She had began to tell him off, but was cut short as he began to assault her sides, causing her to double over and try to pry his hands off. "Brahe!" She called out through a bout of laughter. She was going to give him a stren talking to once she got this situation under control. She looked over to Vayla for help, as one hand was holding her drink and another was busy battling with her apprentice. So much for having a uneventful night. Though a small part of her wondered where her other students had gotten of to.
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He hadn't quite followed what the Cathar was going on about, "Happiness.." He would pause looking sort of perplexed at the situation, clearly he had never contemplated such matters before, so it took several moments for him to put things together. "Oh...that kind," he would awkwardly laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I wouldn't know anything about that sort of thing," he'd say quietly.
He was looking to move the subject as fast as possible and when she carried the conversation over to training or dancing, he quickly took up the offer, "Oh..yeah sure, I could. Though if my padawan found out I was dancing, she wouldn't let me live it down." He'd shake his head at the though, "Not that I care what the little twerp thinks," who was he kidding--he really did.
"You teach me dancing and I'll show you all the basics to Jedi 101. Sound like a deal?"
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"Hmm... good to know." She'd smirk back, taking another long drink before setting the cup into the snow. "If I ever have to teach younglings, I'll know exactly who to drag along with me." The smirk softened, arms crossing beneath her bust as her legs tucked beneath her. "...I don't mind kids. They have so much potential, it amazes me sometimes."
When she watched him suddenly realize what she was hinting at, the smirk returned, and she offered him a playful wink. "I never assume," she teased, then laughed, standing upright to offer her hand down to him.
"Shame, though; I'd teach you pole dancing, I'm sure you'd be very popular with the ladies... but there's nothing for us to use." She was deliberately teasing now, face set in a mock thoughtful expression... before she broke façade, giving him a small laugh. "I'm joking, of course... but you have a deal, Oren. First lesson, however..."
Her eyes sparkled with delight and mischief, offering down her hand to him. "Is lead and follow with your partner. And..." The teasing softened back to a smile, head tilted slightly. "Anticipating their next move. So! Are you ready?"
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When she watched him suddenly realize what she was hinting at, the smirk returned, and she offered him a playful wink. "I never assume," she teased, then laughed, standing upright to offer her hand down to him.
"Shame, though; I'd teach you pole dancing, I'm sure you'd be very popular with the ladies... but there's nothing for us to use." She was deliberately teasing now, face set in a mock thoughtful expression... before she broke façade, giving him a small laugh. "I'm joking, of course... but you have a deal, Oren. First lesson, however..."
Her eyes sparkled with delight and mischief, offering down her hand to him. "Is lead and follow with your partner. And..." The teasing softened back to a smile, head tilted slightly. "Anticipating their next move. So! Are you ready?"
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Felix was minding his own business for a while preferring to let people mind themselves. Although he couldn't help but observe a bit looking about and feeling all the force sensitives that seemed to be gathering themselves here. He could hear his mother's muttering of collective mentalities and other odd bits of psychology she would occasional share with him. Still being just one worker ant in an entire colony of Jedi just trying to enjoy themselves was securing in of itself. He looked around both with his real eyes and the force now trying to see how everyone else was spending their little piece of serenity.
He could feel that there were even some idle feelings of passion try to whirl about and free itself from the chains of insecurity, while others just wanted to take in the view and spend a dance with that odd fair lady known as silence and contemplation. After all very rarely did anyone get a quiet moment to themselves, especially if they were used to the packed city worlds. Though in thinking about this his heart echoed a subtle feeling of loneliness. He was around all of these people yet he still felt like a stranger peering into the lives of others and his mind wanted to change that fact. As he looked around he spotted a Twi'lek and Pantoran who seemed to be trying to have a pleasant conversation. Though he couldn't help but feel like there was a bit of tension in the Twi'lek. Though there was a good chance he was reading into things too much again, and just imagining things again. Still he was now pondering if he should join their conversation or if he would make things weird.
It was as he was debating whether to join in or not that he spotted the works of mischief come about in the form of a young padawan. He was trying to sneak in up behind the Knight like a cat stalking it's prey. It was this youngling that caused Felix to finally get up and start to make his way over as an intuition told him that this could end in trouble. Merely taking a simple confident stroll over towards the group as carefully placed footsteps barely made a thud in the snow. His cup o' cocoa in his left hand now so his right could be free.
Being a few paces back from the group he witnessed the padawan pounce and deliver the most deadly of attack hugs. His assault being quickly followed by an onslaught of tickles. Normally Felix would be smiling but it faded as he saw the youngling go for the Lekku and he could feel that underneath the tickle induced laughter a tang of annoyance. He took a few quiet steps forward not realizing that the height difference meant that Felix was towering over the Brahe. He reached forth and grasped the back of his thick winter coat and lifted pulled him by the collar. A little bit of the force enhanced strength used to lift him up a few inches off the ground.
"If one wishes to strike from the shadows then he should take note of his surroundings to make sure he doesn't suffer the same fate." Felix said to brahe with a smile and mischievous tone as the knight was almost chuckling to himself. "And part of becoming a Jedi master is possessing the wisdom to know when to tickle and when not to tickle. Ok now he was fighting every bit of his soul not to burst into laughter after uttering such a ridiculous statement. A pause allowed him enough time to go by and for Felix to collect his thoughts. He finally put the Padawan down.
"I'd suggest you take these lessons and teach to them to some of your peers, maybe even those chaps over there." He said as he pointed over towards the two Padawans talking to themselves one of which seemed to be an awkward Mirialan.
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He could feel that there were even some idle feelings of passion try to whirl about and free itself from the chains of insecurity, while others just wanted to take in the view and spend a dance with that odd fair lady known as silence and contemplation. After all very rarely did anyone get a quiet moment to themselves, especially if they were used to the packed city worlds. Though in thinking about this his heart echoed a subtle feeling of loneliness. He was around all of these people yet he still felt like a stranger peering into the lives of others and his mind wanted to change that fact. As he looked around he spotted a Twi'lek and Pantoran who seemed to be trying to have a pleasant conversation. Though he couldn't help but feel like there was a bit of tension in the Twi'lek. Though there was a good chance he was reading into things too much again, and just imagining things again. Still he was now pondering if he should join their conversation or if he would make things weird.
It was as he was debating whether to join in or not that he spotted the works of mischief come about in the form of a young padawan. He was trying to sneak in up behind the Knight like a cat stalking it's prey. It was this youngling that caused Felix to finally get up and start to make his way over as an intuition told him that this could end in trouble. Merely taking a simple confident stroll over towards the group as carefully placed footsteps barely made a thud in the snow. His cup o' cocoa in his left hand now so his right could be free.
Being a few paces back from the group he witnessed the padawan pounce and deliver the most deadly of attack hugs. His assault being quickly followed by an onslaught of tickles. Normally Felix would be smiling but it faded as he saw the youngling go for the Lekku and he could feel that underneath the tickle induced laughter a tang of annoyance. He took a few quiet steps forward not realizing that the height difference meant that Felix was towering over the Brahe. He reached forth and grasped the back of his thick winter coat and lifted pulled him by the collar. A little bit of the force enhanced strength used to lift him up a few inches off the ground.
"If one wishes to strike from the shadows then he should take note of his surroundings to make sure he doesn't suffer the same fate." Felix said to brahe with a smile and mischievous tone as the knight was almost chuckling to himself. "And part of becoming a Jedi master is possessing the wisdom to know when to tickle and when not to tickle. Ok now he was fighting every bit of his soul not to burst into laughter after uttering such a ridiculous statement. A pause allowed him enough time to go by and for Felix to collect his thoughts. He finally put the Padawan down.
"I'd suggest you take these lessons and teach to them to some of your peers, maybe even those chaps over there." He said as he pointed over towards the two Padawans talking to themselves one of which seemed to be an awkward Mirialan.
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