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Private Dance Decorum


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Location: Korriban | Kor'ethyr Academy Hangers
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Gavin Vel Gavin Vel


It seemed like Reign couldn't get any time away lately, business with the Diarchy, especially after Ozzuk Thren, had consumed nearly all of his time, leaving little for his two favored acolytes. It was something he truly felt bad about, and even his wife Lady Nocturne Lady Nocturne had brought it up. Advising him to take some time to visit.

So when he received an invitation to the dance that the king was putting on, he found it the perfect excuse. He had sent word to the boys that he would be on planet within the week to take them to get new dress clothing for the occasion.

As he landed, it was as if he could sense the veiled excitement from the usually stoic Zabrak, easily picking him and his large companion out in the force, even among the masses that gathered here.

The Diarch smiled softly to himself, he had missed his boys.





 
Gavin found himself caught in Naami’s infectious energy, though his own enthusiasm for the dance remained lukewarm. The idea of spending time networking and mingling with others felt like time better spent sharpening his combat skills. Still, he couldn't deny a tinge of amusement at seeing his usually composed companion bursting with anticipation.

“Is this what I’m always like?” Gavin muttered, glancing at Naami with mock exasperation as they jogged toward Reign’s ship. He couldn't help but think back to their first meeting with Reign, the seriousness, the need to impress. Now, Naami’s near giddiness was a stark contrast.

As they reached the hangar, Gavin bowed his head respectfully to Reign, a smirk tugging at his lips as he straightened. “He’s more excited for this than when he got his lightsaber,” Gavin quipped, nudging Naami lightly as if to share the joke, his smirk widening.

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Practically skidding to a stop before Diarch Reign Diarch Reign , the teen remembered himself and bowed. Thought clearly still exceedingly energetic, it was clear that he wasn't going to sacrifice formality for anything. Naami straightened up and elbowed Gavin Vel Gavin Vel in the ribs for his comment, then played it off like he hadn't.

"Sir! Thank you for this opportunity. And please be sure to send thanks to Lady Nocturne too."

With manners seen to, Naami hustled toward one of the fancy new transport shuttles the Diarchy now owned. It didn't seem to matter than physicially hurrying them through this wouldn't get them to their destination all that much faster. He settled in for the flight and was unusually talkative if his companions engaged him thusly.

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When they disembarked onto the desert planet on Cantonica, near a major city center that he'd missed the name of, Naami needed to stretch his legs badly. He'd already typed Micah tol Powl Micah tol Powl a rather rambling message about their upcoming "assignment" and the color palettes that he was thinking of wearing for the event, as well as reporting the mundane details about the flight. Later he would look back on that and wonder what on earth possessed him to bore with Micah with a message like that. He'd chalk it up to too much soda and not enough sleep the night before.

"The person- your uh tailor, they've probably already started working on stuff based on the measurements we've sent yeah?"

The boy was gazing out from the hangar to see as much of their surroundings that he could without jogging ahead.

"Gav, what are you getting?" He turned to size his friend up and decided to add, "Did you ask the big scary woman to go with you to the dance?"


 

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Location: Cantonica
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Gavin Vel Gavin Vel

As the shuttle had set down, the Diarch was a little lost in thought, a lot had been on his mind lately.
But he was pulled back to the here and now.

Smiling at the young Zabrak he said
"He's got the measurements yes, but he's been waiting on your color and fabric selections to get started. I told him to prepare a selection of the material I use for my own robes, but also some more traditional garb from your culture. I know how important it is to you."

Reign was smiling outwardly at the youth, but if he was perceptive enough, he may have caught the strain and exhaustion behind the fatherly smile, he wouldn't admit it, but Reign needed this as much as the young man in front of him.

"You know, how I was raised, my father did not allow us such small kindnesses as dances... but, by the time I was your age, I'd made some mistakes and Nocturne and I had welcomed Nightmare into the world. So take this time, while the studies are important, remember to relish your youth Naamino"





 

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