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Zaiya blinked, tilting her head at Iris in bemused confusion. Her grey mottled spots rippled with a faint golden luminescence, signaling her mix of emotions. She wasn't
quite sure how they'd ended up here in this conversation, but she was more than happy to follow along. Too many people seemed to be embarassed about talking about it. She was glad Iris wasn't.
"Haha... well, no, not now," Zaiya said with an awkward laugh, trying to explain.
"My kind don't make bonds that easily. My parents didn't find each other until they were in their fifties, and I wasn't born until they were in their eighties." She shrugged, as if that timeline were the most normal thing in the galaxy. For the Lovalla, it kind of was.
Lovalla were long lived, and by their standards, Zaiya was barely more than a kid.
"It's just... my kind stay bonded with their parents until they find a mate. So, right now I'm kinda... floating? Sort of? I don't know." She gave a small, sheepish laugh, her colors shifting into a swirling mix of contemplative amber and muted grey.
"Things are a bit confusing now."
She trailed off, thinking about
Aris Noble
. It wasn't a full bond -- nothing like the deep, instinctual connection her parents shared -- but she felt...
something. She was acutely aware of him, of his presence in the Force, of the way she naturally gravitated toward him. She liked him. Like,
liked-liked him. He also said he liked-liked her, and the few times she allowed herself to resonate with him recently... she could feel he felt the same for her. But that
didn't mean she was ready for a mate. And they were both being careful. Too careful? Maybe not careful enough?
Ugh.
Zaiya shook off the thought, focusing back on Iris. She could tell the older Jedi was genuinely concerned, but why was she so fixated on mates? Still, when Iris suggested that they could form a family bond, something akin to a sibling connection, Zaiya couldn't stop her colors from brightening. Her mottled spots and stripes practically danced, their bioluminescence intensifying with vibrant blues and warm golds. She beamed, the warmth of the suggestion wrapping around her like a cozy blanket.
"That would be great!" she exclaimed, her smile so wide in joy. But then, just as quickly, confusion crept back in.
"Umm...how babies are made?" she repeated, blinking. Her smile faltered for a second as she mulled it over.
"I mean, um... doesn't that depend on the species?" She tilted her head, her tone hovering between sincere curiosity and mild panic as her colors rippled with a nervous swirl of grey and pink.
This conversation had taken a
very strange turn.