Wearing: Armor (Robes)
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Jedi Temple
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Brandyn Sal-Soren
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Briana Sal-Soren
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Vizion Trozky
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For a moment she wondered if Knight Trozky recalled the same thing she did. It was a lifetime ago, truly. Her perspective was tainted by the sparse memories of a youngling that had transitioned from a lost little princess to an orphaned pariah, to a proud Jedi Knight. She wasn't the only one to take a closer look. To hold on to what should have been a polite handshake—Just a little too long.
The edge of her lips fell into a forgiving smile, touched with infinite understanding when he apologized in turn. There was something nostalgic and faraway in her expression.
Simpler times. Beautiful, times. Wistful dreams.
"No worries…", she reassured unthinkingly, ever-kind, while waiting for him to come to his own conclusions. The awkward laugh caused her smile to deepen and her eyes fell to the floor of the Hall of Knighthood, carefully, finding the gilded tile very interesting.
"Yes. Naboo."
"My Uncle brought me to Naboo from the Hapes Court when I was young. He was on good terms with a lot of the more prominent families, especially, Ee'everwest and Sal-Soren. He…Thought it would bring me out of my shell and often arranged play dates. I've been on Naboo ever since…", she carefully wove a tale that wouldn't hold any possibility of bringing up negativity in such a wholesome event. Cybelle nodded her head slowly when Knight Trozky offered a little more about his history. Now, more than ever she was certain that this was the little boy she had once known.
"Until recently."
She didn't broach the fact that her Uncle had been assassinated by the same entity that had taken her parents away, nor, did she mention when she'd begun her training as a Jedi. Cybelle had been older than most to be taken as a padawan, and younger than most, to be Knighted. Not for the first time she wished that she could touch the Force. So that it might offer clarity toward what she remembered and what she did not. A touch, could draw so much information.
History.
That was impossible for her at the moment.
"We might have met then."
They had. It was in her nature to downplay connections, uncertain, if Vizion would want to remember. Many Jedi placed their past behind them, far away, while becoming more connected with the Force. There were times when Cybelle felt like she was one of the few intent on holding on to what had created her, formed her, from a know-nothing child to a well-rounded individual. It was the sound of Bran's voice calling for Viz that caused another memory to chime.
Tall wildflowers on a summery morning. Hearing Brandyn say the exact same thing, the exact same nickname, with a similar level of joviality...Made everything clear. It took everything she had not to reach out for the newly-minted Knight the moment he neared.
Everything.
"I've rested long enough. Besides, I couldn't miss this…", she offered, knowing, that he would be both full of joy and concerned at the same time. Ever since the aftermath of Chandrila…Even a little time apart seemed to be too much. Her head dipped low, again, while the two shook hands.
"I'm proud of you."
The words might have gotten lost in the silk curtain of hair that fell when she eventually let herself lean toward Brandyn so that her head might momentarily rest on his shoulder. She warred with herself about the need for propriety and decorum hard enough that it would have made anyone with half a mind dizzy. But, these moments were complicated. She had never thought to imagine what life might be like if her non-sensitivity became permanent.
Would it be so bad?
Not if Brandyn kept looking at her like that. As if she was all he could see, even, at his own Knighting. There were other ways that she could support her friends, she decided. Agricorps or perhaps Temple Staff might be able to find a place for her. As long as…
This, remained.
It was more than enough.