"Pa. .you're not leavin' me again, are you?" Her eyes would see a familiar child, chuckling while holding a cloaked figure's hand. Content. The scene shortly shifted to their hands drifting apart, the child screaming in yearning for her father. Further, and. .further. .and furth-. ."Ma'am. ." Called out in a drowned out masculine tone. "Ma'am!" The word grew louder with each call until finally Talaya was yanked from her reminiscent thoughts. "Ma'am. ." He smiled. "Can I offer you a drink?" With a subtle head shake, she denied. "I'm fine. Th-. ." She huffed abit with a half-cocked grin. "Thanks." Watching the male walk away, she looked down to find herself in a seat. Music ringing in the ear. Dancers atop elevating platforms and dancing within the night club. The drifting female remembered her reasoning for being here. Matsu Ike. With the galactic empire at its knees, and her father gone she'd up and left home without a word. With only her name, abit of credits and the clothes on her back in her possession, she'd stand to her feet and approach the necessary folk. "Lookin' for Miss Matsu . ." Looks sideways in honest attempts to remember the rumored name. "Matsu. .Ike. Is she here?" She'd question.
Edited by Talaya Rade, 10 February 2018 - 09:04 PM.