Dosuun: Ivalyn
Timeframe: Life Day, in the weeks following the Winter Gala
Ivalyn Yvarro had settled back home; Avalonia was always beautiful in the winter. Her droids were kept preoccupied by however many cousins had shown up to her great aunt Lucinyia’s manor. Part of her mind lingered back to the gala on Naboo and the other part told that there’d be no way she’d get a call back. Setting those thoughts aside, Ivalyn settled into routine. Helping cousins Josephine and Ethanael with setting up the tree, making sure Matthias and her brother Drianos didn’t destroy the manor’s decorations with their rather ‘loud’ altercations.
The two were highly competitive and that sometimes meant they got into arguments... Ivalyn sighed and directed Iskendyr to grab a garland and help her place them up in the hallway. Her mother, Ariel would be arriving from the Starport with aunt Ryssa and cousin Raqos. It had taken, apparently, according to mother, for Ryssa to have Raqos, for her to even consider spending time with family. She absolutely abhorred it when they were being raised by their cousin, the Grand Moff.
Ivalyn on her part simply rolled her eyes when her mother called, talking about it. She left the holo on speaker and had Iskendyr acknowledge his grandmother. The two had managed to get the left side of the hallway done and were working on the right, when Josephine waltzed in. She perched at the edge of an end table, “Iskey tells me that there was someone at the gala on Naboo.”
Ivalyn’s eyes went wide and she shot her nephew a look.
“Uh... I’m gonna go see what uncle Cal is doing, bye!” Iskendyr ran off faster than the Millennium Falcon at the Kessel Run, and Ivalyn simply stared in his direction before turning her attention to Josephine, still holding the garland, “Do make yourself useful, Josie.”
Josephine let out a sigh and moved to assist with the garland, and added, “So tell me about him.”
“Not... much to tell,” began Ivalyn while also thinking of how to get back at her nephew. “He was... there? Y’know, I didn’t even want to go to this thing.”
“You’re deflecting, spill it, Ivy.” Josephine cut through, she wanted the details not Ivalyn beating around the proverbial bush about it.
“I heard he was an Alliance bloke,” mentioned one of the maids as she passed through, causing Ivalyn to flush several shades of red.
Josephine started laughing, “An Alliance bloke? Well, aren’t we tempting fate.”
“Yes,” Ivalyn conceded, “an Alliance fellow, quite handsome, clever, agreeable.”
She cleared her throat, and Josephine just laughed some more then somewhere in between added, “Cannot wait to hear what dad will say about it.”
“Oh, yes, I am... thrilled at whatever lecture uncle Calvin will have for me,” her tone dripping with sarcasm, “now if we’re all done here, I’m going up for a-”
“Wait, hang on, Ivalyn Ariel Yvarro, what do you mean an Alliance bloke, WHO IS HE?” Ariel, Ivalyn’s mother demanded, and Ivalyn cursed herself not realizing the holo was still active. She grabbed it from the table and hung up on her mother.
Josie was left in stitches.
“I’m going to go for a shower...” Ivalyn muttered beneath her breath and went down the hall and through the great room and up the stairs. She handed Cecil her protocol droid the phone, telling him not to answer it if her mother called back.
Ivalyn Yvarro had settled back home; Avalonia was always beautiful in the winter. Her droids were kept preoccupied by however many cousins had shown up to her great aunt Lucinyia’s manor. Part of her mind lingered back to the gala on Naboo and the other part told that there’d be no way she’d get a call back. Setting those thoughts aside, Ivalyn settled into routine. Helping cousins Josephine and Ethanael with setting up the tree, making sure Matthias and her brother Drianos didn’t destroy the manor’s decorations with their rather ‘loud’ altercations.
The two were highly competitive and that sometimes meant they got into arguments... Ivalyn sighed and directed Iskendyr to grab a garland and help her place them up in the hallway. Her mother, Ariel would be arriving from the Starport with aunt Ryssa and cousin Raqos. It had taken, apparently, according to mother, for Ryssa to have Raqos, for her to even consider spending time with family. She absolutely abhorred it when they were being raised by their cousin, the Grand Moff.
Ivalyn on her part simply rolled her eyes when her mother called, talking about it. She left the holo on speaker and had Iskendyr acknowledge his grandmother. The two had managed to get the left side of the hallway done and were working on the right, when Josephine waltzed in. She perched at the edge of an end table, “Iskey tells me that there was someone at the gala on Naboo.”
Ivalyn’s eyes went wide and she shot her nephew a look.
“Uh... I’m gonna go see what uncle Cal is doing, bye!” Iskendyr ran off faster than the Millennium Falcon at the Kessel Run, and Ivalyn simply stared in his direction before turning her attention to Josephine, still holding the garland, “Do make yourself useful, Josie.”
Josephine let out a sigh and moved to assist with the garland, and added, “So tell me about him.”
“Not... much to tell,” began Ivalyn while also thinking of how to get back at her nephew. “He was... there? Y’know, I didn’t even want to go to this thing.”
“You’re deflecting, spill it, Ivy.” Josephine cut through, she wanted the details not Ivalyn beating around the proverbial bush about it.
“I heard he was an Alliance bloke,” mentioned one of the maids as she passed through, causing Ivalyn to flush several shades of red.
Josephine started laughing, “An Alliance bloke? Well, aren’t we tempting fate.”
“Yes,” Ivalyn conceded, “an Alliance fellow, quite handsome, clever, agreeable.”
She cleared her throat, and Josephine just laughed some more then somewhere in between added, “Cannot wait to hear what dad will say about it.”
“Oh, yes, I am... thrilled at whatever lecture uncle Calvin will have for me,” her tone dripping with sarcasm, “now if we’re all done here, I’m going up for a-”
“Wait, hang on, Ivalyn Ariel Yvarro, what do you mean an Alliance bloke, WHO IS HE?” Ariel, Ivalyn’s mother demanded, and Ivalyn cursed herself not realizing the holo was still active. She grabbed it from the table and hung up on her mother.
Josie was left in stitches.
“I’m going to go for a shower...” Ivalyn muttered beneath her breath and went down the hall and through the great room and up the stairs. She handed Cecil her protocol droid the phone, telling him not to answer it if her mother called back.
