All Those Moments [Levantines]

[Nohemi Allaneh]

[member="Turin Val Kur"]

At that sudden question, Nohemi gave a slight start. A brief expression of confusion went drifting across her face, her attention flicking up to meet Turin’s blue eyes. It wasn’t until his query registered that her face began to flush a light pink in embarrassment. Her hand rose a bit, matching the slight back and forth shake in the negative to deny any kind of er on his part.

“Oh pardon, no there is no issue with the crab,” she began, her cheeks warm as she gave an incline of her head in an apologetic nature. “I am sure it is quite delicious.” she added quickly, bringing her hand back down to sheepishly lock her hands together in front of her. As an Ambassador she had certainly done a faux pas, and she began the necessary requirements expected of her to ensure that this would be smoothed over without any harm.

“It certainly has a delightful aroma,” she continued, the corners of her mouth rising with a soft cordial smile.

“Forgive me for my manners,” that is when her fingers went slipping from their resting place so that she would be able to appropriately give a small formal greeting. While the Levantine Sanctum members had aided in the exodus of her people, she had not met every one of them personally --- such an action would be a feat in it of itself.

“I am Nohemi Amaya Sophia Van Dara Allaneh, of the Order of the White Current.” ever so formal, as expected of the young woman in line for her mother’s position.

“My pardons at any insult you may have felt at my actions.” her head rose and she met Turin’s azure gaze once more, as she said in a sweet guile free manner. “I was deep in thought over the various marital and wedding celebration traditions of sentient cultures.”

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Taking a seat, Delila took off her sunglasses and squinted in the bright light. Her eyes were struggling to adjust as Sammo quipped on about making him soft or what not. She wanted to remind him that HRDs probably did not get soft, just rusty with age. Yet there were a number of people around them and it would seem highly odd yet again. As she was putting her sunglasses away, hand came to squeeze hers quickly.

"I'm sure I wont have to end you. Normally those who anger me are smart enough to run away. Hopefully you will be smart enough as well but one can never really tell."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
Sammo just smiled to her at her response, although the squeeze was brief, he let his hand linger on her's, he enjoyed the comfort her touch brought, and its warmness, Sammo was much like a moth when it came to things like that, lingering around lamps. And to him, well Dells was the first sight of light he has seen in ages,
"Well you can call me the dumbest of my kind then,"
He quipped softly in a bit of hushed voice,
"Because even when there's a possibility of you becoming angry involved, running away from you is the last thing on my mind."

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"Oh. Indeed," Seroth replied with all the mock of a feathered ecclesiarch. The lad rammed back his shoulders straight, jutting his chin forward severely, appearing somehow bushy-browed despite a moderate, fair face. It was akin to any scene from days of yore and older; the wizened Jedi Master made callous and cynical by decades in the 'service', strolling around a jumped up Knight in need of stern reminder. The truth was this: Seroth couldn't keep his face straight. "The Force sustains! It sustains until your body remembers it hasn't eaten in a fortnight and you fall flat on your arse in front of that pretty maid you intend to plough against her bedchamber wall! Remember, young Knight! You can fool your stomach but only fools subsist on farie-dust and bullshid."

"...Now go get some food," The lad laughed and slapped his knuckles over one broad, pinky arm. "...Unless you want to keep me company here and watch me sweat. ...Smell it too."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah stood off to the side, devouring the violet-salmon and shrimp on a bed of seaweed noodles. He found it funny, growing up as a boy, eating hearty meat and tubers dishes. Peasant or poor mans food one may call it. Being involved with a Galan had meant a drastic change in eating habits. Most days their meals centered around some type of food from the sea. Kelp had been the hardest to get used to. Yet now here he was, wrapping the seaweed noodles around his fork and stuffing them into his mouth.

Not quite comfortable with all of the Levantines, Judah had started a chat with an attending local about fishing and sea creatures.

"Biggest I ever caught was about so big..." Judah stopped eating for one moment to hold his hands less than a foot apart, indicating the size of a prized fish known commonly as a butter fish. Almost every ocean planet had them, just in a local variant.

"Then you are doing something wrong. You caught a baby. They get big around" More hand gesturing, this time from the local. "Can feed your family for a week straight. More if you are light on children."

"I've never seen one that big. Deep sea?"

"Yes, one must go to deeper waters. Try to catch the schools."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa turned the psuchopompos over in her hands under the watchful eye of Gia. "I'm supposed to be good with words..." she said softly. Gia gave a snort of laughter andleft the bride to be alone with her thoughts as she tried to bring her worries into words.

"Let today be wonderful, and let it be a marked for what's to come. A life of joy where we and our friends can live in peace." She smiled for a moment before continuing "Let him always come back to me, no matter how far and hownlong his work takes him from me, and help me heal his hurt." She brought the talisman to her lips then held it close to her chest.

Ashla was the name he'd given her, she wondered if Seroth understood that he was her Ashla, her light in the dark. A knock of sorts drew her from her thoughts and she answered without really hearing, welcoming whoever it was inside.

Colour flooded her cheeks at Thurion's comment. Moving forward she hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you. You look dashing too." She took half a step back admiring the man they little boy had grown into. "How does it look out there?" The first fleeting sensatio of nerves began to creep up in her. Not because she had doubts, but because she wanted everything to be right.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As opposed to the years prior to him leaving the Silent Conclave on Teth and embarking on his galaxy-wide pilgrimage, [member="Rosa Mazhar"] did not need to kneel down to his short stature in order to embrace him this time, but quite the opposite. The kiss on his cheek made him blush in return, gently rubbing where her lips had marked him with her lipstick. "Everything looks to be in order. Some have already partaken in the food outside, and a small crowd is beginning to gather", he said to put her mind at ease. He didn't want anything to interrupt either Rosa or her groom Seroth on this day. He wanted things to be perfect as much as they did, for their sake.

Before any further words were uttered, a tiny hand reached inside the hut, barely mustering the strength to pull the unruly, leathery flap aside for her to peek inside. The little girl had stark white hair and wore her lovely dress of the lightest blue colour that her father had given her during their journeys across the stars. A shy face with a cute button nose and blue eyes peeked inside, only because she could hear the voice of her guardian within. Even though she could not understand basic, she had learned to listen after his voice whatever the words he spoke were. Having heard him inside the small hut, she carefully stepped inside while keeping her gaze at the lovely woman at Thurion's side.

"Nina, there you are! Come here, little one, and say hello to our bride-to-be." He knew well by now that she wouldn't understand him, but it was more of a courtesy to Rosa. She took a few rushed steps to cling to Thurion's leg, reaching a hand up to his. "Would you like to wish auntie Rosa well on her wedding day, sweetie?" he repeated for her mind to hear only. Nina looked up at Rosa, who she'd only ever seen once or twice before after Thurion and she returned to the now-called Levantine Sanctum. Taking a wary step closer to her, Nina stretched out her arm to grasp around Rosa's finger. "Good luck, auntie Rosa", she managed before slipping back to clutch her father's leg for protection, burying her face into the warm fabrics of his trousers.

 

[The Hound]

The young man nodded with each name that rolled off of the young woman's tongue. His eyes saddened at the name Sophia, but the emotion was quickly pushed deep deep within him. "That's....quite a name Nohemi. My name is, not quite as long. I'm Turin Val Kur, former Republic Navy Lieutenant and-" he paused, leaving out his other titles in the Republic, "Former Imperial Knight under the Fels, maker bless his soul." Turin wasn't actually a religious man, but it felt fitting to give respect to the man that had brought him from the muck. He had been so lost during that time, and the Fels had given him not only a home, but another chance to do something that his mother and father had always wanted to do, serve the Fel Empire.

"You meant no harm, I just wanted to make sure I hadn't angered anyone in the Sanctum." A pause as words were exchanged. "I've only ever been to human and Twi'lek weddings. Very different you're right. The Fallanassi are...mostly human right? Does their order accept anyone?"
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Nohemi gave him a cordial smile and a small expression of relief went dancing across her face before saying, "I am grateful that there is no misunderstanding," the corners of her mouth perked up in a friendly close mouth smile.

"Oh nay, you have not offended in any form! At least, that I am able to discern." her hand had risen to lightly wave to fingers in the negative, only to come to rest neatly in front of her waist anew.

At the question about the Order, she gave a slight pause, only to say there after, "The Order is mostly an all-female organization, but some males have shown themselves to be trustworthy and have been taught of our ways." she added, as an expression of fond remembrance over her old master, Je'gan Olra'en came to mind.

"Where do you hail from Turin Val Kur?" she asked in query.

 

[The Hound]

"Couruscant, born and raised. Though it would be more accurate to say I was raised aboard warships." he chuckled at the fond memories of his long trips with his mother aboard Republic cruisers. The way she spoke was so formal, he wondered if she had ever even seen the planet that had been the heart of the Republic for a millennium.

"I assume you're from Pydyr?" The planet had been beautiful, the architecture so different from what he had been used to. That was the first time Turin had seen Nohemi, though then she didn't speak much if at all. He had been in the back of the group so if she had, he didn't hear her.
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

“You are correct, [member="Turin Val Kur"]r, I hail from Pydyr,” she said in a cordial reply, although the subtle hint of sadness would sweep across her dark eyes. Homesickness.

It is merely the way of the Galaxy, she mused to herself as she took a deep breath, her slender shoulders squaring as she fixated him with a soft smile. There was no room for regret, she had to be strong for her people and her responsibilities.

The mention of warships drew a curious subtle frown from Nohemi. Being a pacifist by nature and by culture, it was such a foreign concept to the young woman. The safer option to discuss would be Coruscant.

“Coruscant; the Jewel of the Galaxy,” she said quoting an ancient historian with that same gentle smile. “It must be a curious sense to come from such a world with trillions of sentients to the less populated Tingel Arm.”

 

[The Hound]

He saw it. It was short, almost unnoticeable on the face of the publicly inept princess-like woman, but he saw it. He had known the feeling all too well during his travels before the sanctum. He felt at fault for bringing up her home world...But he knew that her feelings, like all things, would pass.

The frown was expected. From an order such as the Fallanassi it would have been strange if she had not made some sort of reaction of discomfort with the notion of war. He had already received a few stern words for openly carrying his lightsabers from other members of the pacifist group. But it was something he had never been able to avoid. Turin was a warrior, a soldier, at heart and no matter how much he wished to avoid it, he knew the Force would always guide him to fight for those in need.

His gaze drifted to the sky as his new friend quoted some philliosphical writer or whomever she was quoting. The recent destruction of his homeworld weighed heavily on his heart, as it no doubt did on many in the Sanctum. Several of the more respected members hailed from the Republic, be it military or the Jedi Order...Or both like himself and Jaxton.

The Sith will pay for what they've done...

He was startled by his own feelings of anger and hatred, and closed his eyes, sighing repeating words of wisdom from his late father, shoving the dark impulses down into the depths of his heart. Bringing his attention back to Nohemi he replied, "Yeah...But its nice." there was no use in bringing up the planet's sacking to Nohemi, it would only make her feel as if she did something wrong again. "But its nice being away from the never ending lights and constantly roaring engines of Coruscant's night sky."
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

There came the incline of her head in agreement, the corners of her mouth rising in a mile smile.

“There is delight in being able to gaze upon the night’s sky unhindered by artificial light.” she said in neutral agreement, as her own attention went drifting to mirror the survey of the heavens.

“There is beauty that oft goes unnoticed and taken for granted by the developing technology.”

 

[The Hound]

The young man nodded in agreement, and set the plate of crab juice and shell down beside him.

"There are many things people take for granted." he muttered, his eyes falling back on the young woman. "I hope we do not become one of those things to the people we protect."

Shifting his body towards the chairs set out for the wedding, his brow arched in question. "Where are these two?"
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
[member="Rosa Mazhar"]
@Other Levantines

Valeria was late. She had promised to join her Master, but delays in getting a speeder and trying to get her hair in order ensured that she arrived later than she had wanted.
As she pulled up she could see several Jedi and others from the Sanctum here to wish two of their own well on their marriage. Valeria had not met either the bride or groom, but still she had enjoyed the couple of weddings she'd been too.

"Ah...has anyone seen Thurion?" she asked the first people she came across. At least her Master would help introduce her.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

The local fisherman had left some time ago. Judah was left in relative silence, sampling the seafood on his own. He had tried nearly everything but the item with tentacles. Slightly unusual things such as the suction cupped appendage were best left to aquatic species or those who had grown up with it. In some cultures the food item was most likely seen as bait or pet food. Interesting the subtle difference a culture or location could have on a person.

People watching from his location, Judah decided it wasn't entirely fun to be at a wedding by yourself. Couples in the honeymoon stages of love, laughing children, boisterous laughter between friends and family. It only made him miss home a little more. His young son, while an exhausting handful , was fascinating to watch grow and develop. Everyday was something new. Deciding to check in back on Ceto, Judah typed out a quick message to [member="Thessa Kai"] . Hopefully she wasn't asleep, his brain couldn't calculate the time difference.

Miss you two. Should be back soon. You haven't killed my Ma yet, have you? I'm sure she's had her....suggestions.

Hitting send, Judah looked up at the questioning from the woman. He had no idea who this person was but tried to assist...hopefully. With any luck he wouldn't be sending [member="Valeria Aetani"] in the wrong direction.

"Down towards the village, by the dunes is a collection of huts. I did see a large Zeltron enter some time ago if this is of any help to you. Looked like a Jedi judging from the clothing choice."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]
Valeria looked at him puzzled. "No...my Master's not a Zeltron. Well, I'd not noticed anyway!" she chirped. "But he'll probably have a better idea. Thanks!"

With that she headed off across the sand, seeking these mythical huts and the Zeltros Jedi as well. Hopefully she'd find everyone before the service started.

 

[Kala'ndryl Ryj]

Eyes of pitch gazed across the soft white sands, steps leading her down to the water's edge just beyond the area where the ceremony was to take place. There were others there, waiting for the blessed event to begin, but there was no one she knew as far as she could tell. Not one to shy away from meeting new people, she would have introduced herself were they anywhere other than a beach.

Slender silver headtresses, looking like so many streaks of shimmering silver amidst her hair rustled gently, her entire being comfortable being so close to the water. It was all the young half-Nautolan woman could do to not simply step into the water and lose herself in it.

But that would have been unfathomably rude, and even she would never do such a thing until the moment was appropriate. No matter what Ilias thought.

Speaking of her Exotic Ginger Master...where had he gotten himself off to?

Delicate gold heels dangled in her fingers as she smoothed out her dress with her free hand, her ebon gaze searching those assembled for him. Hard to miss that man in a crowd, really, he tended to stand out, but for the moment, Kala had lost him.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Delila gave a very unladylike snort in reply to Sammo being dumb. His social skills and cues were naturally lacking. Delila often tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but her patience had a very short limit to begin with. It wasn't her fault. Blame genetics.

"Not running away? Then yes, do congratulate yourself for being the most idiotic in all the land. Unless you desire to die. Suicide by redhead? Wouldn't be the first."

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Nohemi gave an apologetic smile, as if to apologize for the delay. Perhaps it was due to her accustomed ability to attempt to smooth things over.

"I am sure that it shall begin shortly. " she said with a calming voice. "It at least gives ample time to socialize." She said brightly, as of to focus on a more cheerful direction.