Cassius Droma
Jedi Archaeologist
Eyes slightly squinting, Cassius crossed his arms, his jawline hardening. There was no reason for him to speak at the moment, so he elected to merely observe. If Ms. Lerness were to look at the young Jedi, she would possibly consider him some sort of enforcer, with the weapons on his thigh and hip. He could feel the slightly mental pushes Darlyn was making. It probably wasn’t necessary – his story was sound, but paired with the mind trick, the woman would no doubt believe it.
His eyebrow rose as the woman mentioned a family coming this afternoon to come see the young girl, and he stole a glance at the blonde. Perhaps her luck was changing… or perhaps, the cycle was starting all over again. Briefly, he wondered what lied in the future for her. The spark of the Force was in her… it would be foolish of Cassius to leave this girl here, in an orphanage, her potential untapped.
There was the Force Praxeum that was here. She could start to hone her skills in the Force there, if she wanted. It would also be a much better place to live, that was for sure.
[member="Alessia"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]
His eyebrow rose as the woman mentioned a family coming this afternoon to come see the young girl, and he stole a glance at the blonde. Perhaps her luck was changing… or perhaps, the cycle was starting all over again. Briefly, he wondered what lied in the future for her. The spark of the Force was in her… it would be foolish of Cassius to leave this girl here, in an orphanage, her potential untapped.
There was the Force Praxeum that was here. She could start to hone her skills in the Force there, if she wanted. It would also be a much better place to live, that was for sure.
[member="Alessia"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]