Ebb and Flow
Hapan Aftermath
Skinsuit | Jumpsuit and Armor | Poncho
Lightsaber | Turmoil | Concealed Blaster | Dual Broken Core Daggers
Vere
Skinsuit | Jumpsuit and Armor | Poncho
Lightsaber | Turmoil | Concealed Blaster | Dual Broken Core Daggers
Vere
Hapan and it's people were supposed to be celebrating.
United together for at least today under the banner of matrimony. A day of joy and jubilation. But like everything in the galaxy that seemed to swirl around them it had ended in misery. Countless deaths. Lingering pains and hidden traumas for all that had been present during the ceremony. Only one truly concerned her however. Lossa had not arrived before the tragedy had begun. Nor had she arrived in a timely manner to aid in any great way besides moving the padawans to safety. Had not been able to act as freely as she might have on Naboo to render aid in the means she knew best by rooting out and eliminating the remaining assassins.
Instead moving padawans and securing them before being able to return to the only family she held near and dear to her heart. To see a familiar pain and grief settled in her cousins eyes that perhaps had been glimpsed once before. When it had all gone wrong on Naboo with The New Way and she had even then been entrusted with caring for someone that Briana held dear.
It was endearing in it's own way she supposed to be trusted with something that Briana wished to protect.
But aside from her own daughter, Briana was her only concern.
A heavy silence between them as Briana had finally let go of Astor when others had come to collect him. Of guiding the absent woman in place of her cousin through the corridors and rubble. Lossa had heard his name before from her. Some idle conversation about Hapes in which the details had barely registered in the face of the emotion that Briana had shown when mentioning the name. When speaking of him at length that made the Zeltron pay attention to her mood rather than her words. Almost wishing in hindsight that she had paid more attention to the details of the conversation and learned a bit about him properly as the husk of her cousin walked beside her.
Now clean and freshly garbed for whatever it was they had decided to do.
The word mess would have suggested their was something disorderly about Briana's appearance when she had been removed from Astor. The dress had been destroyed through and through. Her appearance somewhere between a ghost returned and a body retrieved from the battlefield.
It had shaken Lossa deeply to see her in such a state. Made her already irritability almost unbearable for anyone else that wanted to approach after Lossa had removed her helmet to let her glowering stare do what her words seemed unable to. Provide a bubble around her cousin to give her time. Space separate from the chaos around them to simply exist. To process what was likely something in the same vein as Lossa's own woes. Retreating to a private suite to clean herself as Lossa stood in the main room with her helmet on her hip. Waiting patiently for Briana to return to herself on her time and in her own way.
Idling until nerves required her to move, to act, to care in some small way that wouldn't intrude or cause issue. To remind her that she was still here. Getting a glass of water and something to snack on prepared as the helmet settled on the coffee table.
Whatever that was worth.
