Mother of Pearl
“Oh…” The Padawan muttered softly as the woman spoke, seemingly having evaluated her rather accurately from their very limited interactions. The mark of a Master no doubt, but she didn’t quite know what to make of this. She watched the woman motion toward a white creature she hadn’t noticed before, the little beast disappearing deeper into the temple as the woman approached.
A bit of surprise sparked in Joza’s eyes when the dark haired woman moved toward her, looking towards her with analytical eye. It made her a little uncomfortable and the hand closest to her lightsaber hilt twitched, but she made no aggressive movements and was careful not to exude a hostile aura, though she remained cautious.
When she commented on her race, a thin red brow arched just a hair upwards. Joza only knew of two other Zeltron Jedi, both a part of the Silver Sanctum, one of whom was not raised on Zeltros as she was. Her gaze flickered to her Master when the mysterious woman’s attention turned to him. So far she had not spoken up again, unsure of what to say and yet having nothing to add.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]/[member="Dune Rhur"]
A bit of surprise sparked in Joza’s eyes when the dark haired woman moved toward her, looking towards her with analytical eye. It made her a little uncomfortable and the hand closest to her lightsaber hilt twitched, but she made no aggressive movements and was careful not to exude a hostile aura, though she remained cautious.
When she commented on her race, a thin red brow arched just a hair upwards. Joza only knew of two other Zeltron Jedi, both a part of the Silver Sanctum, one of whom was not raised on Zeltros as she was. Her gaze flickered to her Master when the mysterious woman’s attention turned to him. So far she had not spoken up again, unsure of what to say and yet having nothing to add.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]/[member="Dune Rhur"]