Seasonal Festival of Stars — Life Day Event [Open to RNR and Friends]

[Aris Noble]

Oh a lot was going on all at once now that Aris wasn't focused on the whole evidence planting thing. Drama. His expression turned more neutral as he regarded the Torgruta's outburst. She was so.. Vindictive. And spouting about being a proper Jedi or something, and yet, everything she did now was just a burst of uncontrolled, raw emotion.

Assault wasn't the right answer, at least in Aris's mind. So.. Clearly there was something else was going on with her.

He glanced to the Faleen, then to the shop keep. And gave a bright smile. "The woman who told you to look over here swiped something the moment you looked away from her. You shouldn't be so quick to judge a stranger's words and let them out of sight. Zaiya, can you let out your pockets? This poor man has indeed been robbed. The least we can do is show him we're not the ones responsible so he can alert the proper authorities with that woman's description, yes?"

He kept a calm, leveled tone before he took another bite of his meat snack. Given she had nothing in her pockets now, it'd be perfect to at least get the man on the right track.

Zaiya Ceti | Joro Kal'nath

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Naboo, Dee'Ja Peak
Objective: Kaadu Sleigh Ride
Tags: Dagos Terrek​

The more the argument continued, the more Katherine found herself biting down on her own tongue. She was getting increasingly frustrated, and that was the complete opposite of what she wanted. The Padawan certainly didn’t need to look behind her to know the rest of the queue was getting annoyed.

She could practically feel it through the Force.

Although Katherine did idly wonder if this was how she came across to others at times. She was particularly stubborn at times too. But at least she eventually relented, either in victory or defeat.

“Yo, man! If I ride with her, we cool?”

Katherine raised an eyebrow as a voice managed to break through the complaining of nearly everyone else in the queue. Part of it was towards the newcomer seemingly ‘cutting in line’.

The Zeltron attendant opened his mouth to reply, but instead let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, but you’re liable if anything happens.” He walked over and took the offered credits, before swiftling calling over one of the Kaadu sleighs.

Katherine turned her hoverchair around to face the man, immediately noting he wasn’t a familiar face. She smiled, shaking Dagos hand in response. “I’m Katherine, thank you for that Dagos.” Once the sleigh was in position, the Padawan hovered closer to it. With careful steps, Katherine stood up and climbed into one of the seats. She flashed the attendant a look, before using the Force to haul her chair into the back of it.

“I know my stubbornness, but that guy was really trying to top the chart.”

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Outfit: Casual
Companion: Grisial
Tag: Aiden Porte

Dreidi didn't appreciate being lied to, if Aiden didn't want to talk to her about it or just talk about it to anyone, that would be concerning but at least it would be honest. Him lying to her about the issue only meant that he did not value her friendship or the fact that she could offer some support on the problem.

She attempted to reach out and hold his hands, the concern for Aiden was deep in her eyes. "Aiden, no one is beyond saving. No one is too far gone." Dreidi mentioned but did not attempt to hold him back when he walked away. She couldn't chase after him in the condition she was in, much to her own frustrations since she wanted to just use her abilities to tie him to the spot till sense was drilled into his thick stubborn skull.

"You're only able to walk away because I can't chase you down right now! But I am going to come visit you when you sober up and get you to talk your feelings mister!" Dreidi grunted out loud as Aiden walked away.

She then sighed and looked around, she was now alone outside on her own. Dreidi decided to head back into the ballroom and see what others were getting up to before she had to call it a night.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Outfit: Dress (left one)
Tag: Cerys Dyn | Zaiya Ceti | Joro Kal'nath | Aris Noble

What Joro had said was a step too far. It was beyond rude to comment to someone about that things of that nature and Lily understood why Cerys had slapped him not once, but twice. It was not a good sign for the Order if rivalries of these natures were going to be cropping up. Apparently even Zaiya was having a rivalry with some boy which from what Lily knew of her fellow Padawan was extremely rare to happen. There was clearly a lot that she was missing. However, when Cerys decided to continue to insult and belittle both Zaiya and herself, Lily knew that the other Padawan was crossing the line once again.

Lily would not be talked to like that.

Before she could say a word, the vendor accused Zaiya of stealing an item from the stall without paying. Lily raised her eyebrow, seemed very out of character for Zaiya to do something like that but the glint in the vendor's eyes seemed to suggest that matters would not be resolved easily. "How about we just give you some credits to apologise for this whole ordeal and we will move on." Lily stated firmly.

"Here, this should over the costs more than enough." Lily placed enough credits to cover the cost of the item stolen several times over. Just to make sure things were moved over and that they could all leave. Lily needed to have a word with Cerys about what she said and that she had spoken some fighting words that the Padawan was not ready to defend.

Looking out of the tent, she spotted Orion Pavond walking around. "Orion, have you seen a Togruta, wearing a fluffy jacket and having an awful attitude problem? I need to speak with her." Lily called out, hoping to be given a direction she would head in.

 

[Aris Noble]

"That would be admitting fault where there is none, Lily. A Jedi should strive for truth, or something. Anyway, seems like you didn't hear me so.." Aris glanced to Lily, frowned, then looked back to the shopkeep who just seemed confused and bewildered by all the different people saying different things and contradicting one another. Aris shared the look for just a moment, then glanced back to Zaiya with a smile.

"But you did nothing wrong, so, it's your choice ultimately on what we do, not mine or Lily's."

Zaiya Ceti | Lily Decoria | Joro Kal'nath | Cerys Dyn

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

OH WHAT FUN

....or not so much fun.

Despite the sleigh ride, something horrible went wrong in between boarding the sleigh and by the time it was finished, looping back around to where they had first boarded. Persephone was a sobbing, ugly, snot ridden mess that disappeared down the lane, by-passing those trying to walk and enjoy their evening.

Mildly comical with a pink security droid chasing not far behind.

Yet today Lysander von Ascania made a not so powerful but very fashionable enemy.

EXIT POST​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

A SENTIMENTAL FEELING
Wandering Dee'ja Peak's Marketplace

As Aris explained what had happened, Zaiya felt a wave of gratittude wash over her. His steady voice grounded her, and Joro and Lily's reassurances only added to the warmth she felt. They believed her, Aris, Joro, Lily, they all told the vendor she wouldn't do something like that.

The relief spread through her with the same warmth as the food she still held in her hands, and it reflected in the glowing colors of her skin. Her hands tightened over the package, crinkling it softly as soft tones of empathic bronze flecked with the turquoise of relief shimmered across her patterns, the rosy golden base color once again returning to her cheeks.

Her lower lip trembled, and she had to take a steadying breath to keep herself from tearing up. All she wanted to do at that moment was fling herself at Aris Noble and hug him tightly, but she held back. She needed to stay composed; he was right, they were Jedi, and she hadn't done anything wrong.

Blinking away the surge of emotion, Zaiya gave a small nod, her gaze bouncing between Aris and Joro Kal'nath as they all agreed it was best to leave. Lily Decoria , however, seemed intent on offering financial compensation to the vendor, stepping forward with a large amount of credits to the vendor.

"Oh, but... you don't have to -- " Zaiya began, already reaching to show her empty pockets to the vendor, but Lily was gone before she could finish her sentence. That left Zaiya, Joro, and Aris standing awkwardly at the stall. Zaiya turned to the vendor, holding up her hands to show she had nothing to offer.

"Look, it wasn't me. We can file a report with the authorities if you want. Aris is right," she said firmly, her tone resolute despite the lingering flaming embarrassment that stained her cheeks.

The vendor hesitated, glancing at the growing number of patrons watching the exchange. With a frustrated huff, he finally relented, handing over a pouch of credits. "Fine. You can give these back to the other one. Just go leave!"

Taking the credits, Zaiya nodded gratefully, tucking them away with every intention of returning them to Lily. Finally, the tension in her shoulders began to ease. The anxiety and flustered frustration that had been tightening her nerves since the earlier spat and now this one seeming to boil to a head. Once again, she felt as if she needed to get better at handling situations like this.

"Thank you... we wish you the best in your sales endevours," she added, only to blush again, recalling what tonics he was selling.

Oh, of all the things to say... Zayia's cheeks darkened with mortification as she turned to Aris and Joro.

"Umm... let's go," she mumbled, already moving to leave the vendor and his questionable tonics behind as quickly as possible.

 

[Cybelle Sal-Soren]

Location: Somewhere Between Spiked Egg Nog & a Life Day Tree
Tag: Brandyn Sal-Soren
Wearing: XoXo

The little Hapani stood near the refreshment table, cradling a cup of warm nog, her fourth to be exact, with a small smile seated at the kiss of her mouth. Her shoulders were tucked in a little but the soft light in her eyes was in a constant state of glimmer. She was happy. Ridiculously, happy. For no other reason than she'd been addressed as "Mrs. Sal-Soren" when she passed her cloak over to the kind fellow handling coat check for the evening. The little blue chip that was tucked away in her pocket that would let her pick it up later was even listed as belonging to Mrs. Sal-Soren.

Her chin was just…A little higher these days. Her smile wasn't hidden behind the expectation of disaster somehow ruining the quiet dream they'd set about to build. Her long chestnut hair caught the warm glow of holiday lights, the air, shimmering with chatter from family and friends. Her new family. The Life Day event was a celebration that she felt humbled to exist in, but, full of nervous energy with the generally warm welcome. It had been a long time since she'd set foot on Naboo.

Perhaps too long.

Cybelle had spent a good chunk of life feeling out of place. As if she were missing something, though, she never had any idea what it was. As a Jedi Knight she had been content to be the eternal observer who watched the happiness of others from afar. Their joy sustained her. It was enough, at least, she told herself that was true…Enough times to believe it. She'd tried to let it be enough.

But he was always there. He had always been there, even, when they didn't speak for years.

Even when he was across the galaxy.

She glanced over at Brandyn, her husband—her husband—and her heart gave a warm, fluttering beat. He was across the room, animated in conversation with his siblings, his face shifting between his usual charm and whatever mood the conversation had taken. Cybelle peeked over the rim of her mug every now and again…Just struck, with an uncontainable smile. He had a way of making everything seem brighter, like she'd stepped into a patch of sunlight, the only one that would have her.

Somewhere beneath that joy, however, rest a sliver of guilt. She knew how hard this past year or two had been for the Sal-Soren clan. They had all faced more than their fair share of difficulties, and while Brandyn's presence was healing to her, she couldn't help but wonder if her pure exuberance might have been out of place among them.

So, she hovered by the snacks and enjoyed the eggy nog. The drink was sweet, pleasant, and she found herself pouring another without a second thought. Her cheeks felt flushed and the world felt a touch softer, nerves soothed, but she attributed it to the cheerful atmosphere. It made it easy to gravitate toward a Life Day tree, drawn by glittering branches. She set her cup down on the side table and picked up a few ornaments from a basket…Hanging them with quiet focus. Her topaz eyes caught the soft glint of glass baubles as she placed them with care, leaning into a comfortable ritual. It was nice.

Everything was just so nice.

Cybelle was the picture of sweet innocence while leaning up on her tippy toes, wearing simple dress robes in winter-white, sincerely contemplating the merits of a tree never having too many sparkly things. She was very critically debating the amount of tinsel one party could contain. Certainly, a little more—But then she caught sight of Brandyn making his way through a throng of people. Looking for something. Someone? Her? Her face lit up, warming, as if she were a flower turning to face the sun.

He was the only light she could see.

<<Don't you look dashing, husband.>>

Her voice would carry to his ear, through the music, through the conversation, and draw a line between them that he could hold on to. Find her. He always had, always would, find her.

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

Tag: Nora Laan Kalantha
objective: 3
Outfit​

Not soon enough he thought.

Joran laid a hand over Nora's and gave it a gentle squeeze of thanks for her support. She was right of course, it was only a matter of time before Joran was in a place to make the decisions, to guide Naboo to heights she had not achieved since before the galactic civil war, and to make himself one of the most powerful people in, if not the whole galaxy, a good damn chunk of it.

"Aye, sounds perfect, love." Joran said to the suggestion of a drink. He lead Nora toward the bar. "Fair warning though, there isn't a decent bottle of whiskey to be found on frakking planet. They prefer wine."

Once Joran's distillery was up and running though that would change, finally Naboo would be spoke in the same breath as Corellia when it came to whiskey or brandy, and perhaps even starships if his other plans came together.

"I'll be damned," Joran said and leaned down for a more intimate word with Nora as he was much taller than she was "Let's take our drink with the queen shall we?"

As they approached the bar, Joran noticed a young man practically run from the room chased by a blonde…a pregnant blonde woman…but in their absence they left the Queen of Naboo herself. It wouldn't be right for Joran to not say hello, especially as he was soon to be one of her advisors.

"Kalantha!" Joran called loudly, "lovely to see you!" Joran reached out to take the young queens hand. If she accepted his offer he would lightly and respectfully touch his lips to her knuckles.

"Aye, two of whatever he was having, eh?" Joran called to the bartender indicating to himself and Nora.

"Your Majesty, allow me the pleasure to introduce you to Nora Laan, Prime Minister of New Cov. Nora is here at my invite, she is a very good friend of mine, an absolute treat. Nora, this is our Queen Kalantha."


The bartender returned and set down two glasses of the same blue whiskey the young man had gotten drunk on.

Joran took a sip of his

Fething swill.

"Quite the party, your majesty. You should be proud."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

She had made her way to the back of several market stalls, and found a barrel to sit upon. There Cerys held her hands over her face, and tried desperately to control her breathing. It was all so hard. So difficult since Master El-Vanna had died. No. It had all started with her sister's abduction. Life had fallen apart. Master El-Vana's teachings had taught her how to control that pain.

But now she was gone too.

In place of a wise, studious and willingly anti-norm Jedi Master imaginable, she had found herself under the tutelage of the poster child for everything wrong with the Jedi of this era. In love. Married. A murderer. She was not sure which part was the most damning.

Hands finally moved from her face, and Cerys leaned back on the small post behind her head. There she casually played with the tip of one of her lekku, brushing it along the fur of there coats hood.

She was alright with being alone. It was better this way. She didn't have anyone that she could hurt. And she couldn't hurt herself.

She shook her still stinging hand and looked it over. Had she just slapped another Padawan? Yes. Had he deserved it? Probably. But was it the right thing to do? No.

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Two years earlier​

"Cerys...sit with me."

"Yes, Master," she had said, so easier to oblige the master she adored. No. She hadn't adored her. That would be wrong. She respected her.

"You have done well with your lessons...but I am concerned you have learned one lesson more than the others."

"I am sorry...I can do better...I promise..."

"Calm you yourself, Cerysona. You have not failed. You are still learning."

"Yes, Master." She had slumped a little, feeling foolish.

"Oh...lift up those shoulders and stop feeling pity for yourself."

"Yes...Master." She had struggled to oblige.

"Now. You know our way. And you do one aspect of it well...prevent attachments. You seem more a Master of being detached than any I know..."

Despite what she initially had thought, Cerys came to wonder if this had not been a compliment.

"...but you struggle with the other tenant of our Sect. We love...so deeply...but we love equally all living beings."

Cerys had hung her head, feeling the truth of the words. Her desire to not feel the pain of her losses had assuredly lead her to embracing one aspect of her Master's tradition over the other.

"A Jedi must love. Cerys. It is an obligation. The Force has gifted us with the Light. Hope. With a joy in embracing life. You cannot follow the path of light without embracing a deep and abiding love." She remembered the soft touch of her Master's hand on hers. A show of affection that saw Cerys pull her hand away. A decision she regretted to this day.

"But it...hurts...to lose..."

"Loss is part of the journey, my dear Cerysona. If we allow loss to frighten us from love...the loss becomes twofold."

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Cerys remembered being lost for words in that moment, but now there was so much she wished to say to El-Vana. So much she wished to ask. How could she navigating this concept of loving all and loving deeply? It felt like walking towards an army of Sith without even a lightsaber.

"I wish I could talk to you..."

Lily Decoria

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Outfit: Dress (left one)
Tag: Cerys Dyn

Lily had shifted through the crowd after leaving the tent. She had placed the credits there not because they had committed the crime but they had impacted the trader's business and caused a scene in his tent that was very unbecoming. In her mind, she was apologising for that matter with the credits and demonstrate their willingness to apologise for the interruption for the trader. Whether he accepted it or not was another issue and one that Lily was not as concerned about as she was about confronting Cerys.

She wasn't angry or wanting to be spiteful, things were said to Cerys that forced her to lose her temper, however it was poorly handled on both sides. Lily just needed to level headed older Padawan and check in on Cerys. The other Padawan was clearly struggling with how things differed so much from the ways that she was raised to believe a Jedi should be. The ways that she needed the Jedi to be. However, that was a choice for Cerys to follow that path, they were all Jedi and they had the freedoms to choose the paths they wished to follow as part of the Order.

By the time she spotted Cerys, her thoughts on what to say had cooled like the air around and she could see the physical representation of struggle and grief in the frame and stance that Cerys held. It was one she had seen in her mother, her aunt, her grandmother when they all thought about the family members they had lost. Standing to one side, facing the river, Lily remained quiet for a moment.

"The river is quite beautiful with the night lights glittering on it, huh?" Lily mentioned as if there was not much thought given to the comment, "be a shame to stand here and observe it all alone." Lily looked over to Cerys, inviting the other Padawan to join her.

 

[Shan Pavond]

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Outfit: Here we go!
Tags: Open

Blast it. Shan reached up to his collar as he tried to adjust the little bowtie. Formal outfits still weren't his thing. Well, that was more of a lie. Suits weren't his thing. Formal robes were fine on him. Suits felt so much more constricting. Restrictive. All of the red he was wearing made him feel like a target but...well...He thought it would be a nice colour combination. He was green. The suit was red. Red and green went together right? The Mirialan was starting to realise that he really should have gotten some kind fashion advice from a friend...but who was he supposed to ask?

No-one really knew he was coming out today. He had slowly but surely been getting back to his Jedi duties after finding a healthy balance between his studies and the other responsibilities he had. But even so, that didn't mean he didn't have time to try and celebrate and enjoy himself. Joy and revelry was an important part of life. Plus, this was a simple way for him to distract himself from his current issues and thoughts.

Though as his eyes explored the estate, Shan couldn't quite wrap his head around how someone could live in such a huge place. Of course it wasn't like the building was always lived in. Feasting perhaps wasn't his cup of tea though admiring the beauty of the architecture and the chandeliers. As a child back on Nar Shaddaa, Shan never would have imagined a place like this could exist. This amount of expensive and extravagant beauty. Though he had seen plenty of sights by now that he never could have believed in. It was becoming a pleasant surprise by this point to see how different the universe was from each other.

None of that was important for now though. What was important for him was getting to enjoy the night out. Dancing was not necessarily his thing. It was entertaining to watch other guests move amongst the ballroom but Shan was more content to find a nice spot to sit himself down and admire the projection of the stars above him. A little twinkle in his own eyes as he let himself relax and enjoy the moment. Not worrying about the future or the past. The present was what today was for.

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

Words from their wedding vows in Courier​

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"You alone have possessed my love for years beyond memory, and I promise it to you for all time."​

It may have only happened once. But the idea of recreating the Gala and carrying her back to her room...their room, was an imagination that Brandyn did not mind entertaining. So it was not without reason, that he checked nooks and crannies before going to the more 'obvious' places. A guy could live in hope. Though, he was sure that when he did find Cybelle that it would be equally as memorable as the countless private moments they had shared.

"You are my foundation. My guiding light. My very purpose for every breath."​

He was stopped by far too many well wishers and hopeful allies as he passed through the crowd. Each one was dismissed with an increasingly hard to maintain pleasantness. Was it so hard to just go see his wife and spend time with her? There was no way he would allow a busy life to separate them.

"I promise to be faithful and true, keeping only to you."
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Where was she? And why did she not just stand on a box or something so that he could see her above all the much taller people than her. Brandyn found himself rubbing the side of head. His heart actually starting to beat a little more firmly in his chest. It was nothing. She was just in the powder room.

"No matter the cost, I would show you my love in every day. And strive each day to hold you close as life, trials and loss threaten to tear us asunder."​

The last place he thought to look was near the food. It would be surprising, and yet somehow not, to find her hovering around the food. It was not that she ate...all that much...it was more that it gave her something to do other than talk to people she didn't know. Yes. That is where she would be. Brandyn found his attempt to convince himself a little desperate.

<<Don't you look dashing, husband.>>

The tension in his shoulders that he didn't know was there evaporated in an instant. A smile that had once been forced now beamed with the light of young love. Brandyn pushed toward the source of the voice in his mind. The food table.

As the perimeter of the guests were bisected, Brandyn saw her there in all her beauty. "Mrs...Sal-Soren..."

He was beside her in a moment, and his hand resting on the small of her back. The thought of sweeping her up and carrying her away popped into his head again. Why not?

"...the egg nog, huh?" He said, noticing the rosiness of her cheeks, "just how much of that have you had....hmmm?"

Cybelle Sal-Soren

 

[Nora Laan]

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Objective: 3

"Do not worry. For I have brought a few bottles with me from my office. We can share a proper glass later this evening." Nora remembered how much he appreciated her own collections of whiskey. They were hardly considered light. Instict had told her to bring some along with her for this trip and so she did. Luckily enough.

Her eyes followed Joran's gaze towards the Queen. It was the first time that Nora had seen her in person and there was little that she knew about her. But that was surely about to change as Joran led her towards the bar where the Queen was. And as she was introduced Nora gave her a respectful curtsey. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Highness. And I must say that your Estate is gorgeous. I have never been within a mountain range before; let alone one with snow. It is simply breathtaking."

Tag: Joran Del-Finn Kalantha

 

[Aris Noble]

And go they would. The seller at least looked content to figure this out on his own and leave the Jedi to their own business. Which was supposed to be enjoying the day. Aris took another bite of his snack, chewing in idle silence as he walked beside Zaiya and the Falleen who's name he still didn't know. His expression turned more thoughtful after a moment before a slight smirk took over. Being upset like this, it wasn't good for anyone. How would he fix it, though?

"So.. Who is this guy they thought you were dating? Anyone I know?"

Zaiya Ceti | Joro Kal'nath

 

[Cybelle Sal-Soren]

Location: Somewhere Between Spiked Egg Nog & a Life Day Tree
Tag: Brandyn Sal-Soren
Wearing: XoXo

Cybelle turned toward Brandyn with a smile that was equal parts sweet and sheepish, topaz eyes glimmering with warmth, barely contained, at the mere proximity of him. The faint blush to her cheeks gave an almost ethereal softness to an already gentle person. She leaned into his touch every so slightly, savoring the quiet reassurance of his hand at her back. Her natural embarrassment with pubic affection seemed to have waned at least a little—As if the vows they'd taken had given her permission to truly enjoy it.

Or…The nog was really doing the Force's work, for one, very pleased Mrs. Sal-Soren.

"Just enough to make me think I'm good at decorating Life Day trees…", she offered with a little laugh, her voice carrying the lilting cadence of playful mischief. Her gaze turned back to the tree, her finger tracing the curve of one of the baubles that she had hung with great, if slightly tipsy, precision. "But maybe a little more than I thought."

She shifted her weight, allowing the soft line of her form to melt into him, her cheeks glowing far more from his presence than the drink she'd sat on the table. "Don't tell…I think it might be...", Cybelle paused, looking around very conspiratorially, as if some parental figure might come and scold her, "Enhanced."

Another breath and her fingers raised with both hands to show quotes, eyes wide with the endearing whispered secret, "Spiked."

The young woman giggled lightly and her shoulders tucked in for a moment, truly, thinking she was getting away with some monumental mishap. The less nervous she felt the more certain she was that the eggy nog had been topped off with something special. Her bashful cheekiness and cheer melted into something wondrous when her eyes trailed back toward his face. Her head tilted while she found herself staring. Eyebrows falling, eyes, seeming to go so very distant. He was so pretty. Did he know? Did everyone know? Her heart swelled when her eyes got to his smile.

He grounded her—Unintentionally making the bustling world around them fade into insignificance.

"You're my whole world."

The statement had no preamble. It wasn't backed up with evidence or sonnets of sweetness and tidings of the many years to come. It just was, what it was. The vulnerability and hesitance that had often plagued her in the past was non-existent. Maybe, she did deserve him. Maybe, she really was good enough for him. Maybe, she'd spent all this time, worrying for nothing. The trauma that she'd worn like a second skin when it came to Brandyn, planted by his father, finally seemed to have mended. "I think I'll keep you. Right here. Safe and sound.", her hands came forward, over her heart, and settled there.

"This is all your fault you know…I love you so much.", Cy murmured, again, as if these things were secrets that the entirety of the party couldn't just see by glancing at them. In her mind, they might as well have been discussing classified information. High priority, top secret. "It's real…"

"You're my husband. You, are mine."

The "you" was emphasized by a little point to his chest, which then, pointed back to herself with another giggle that was light as air. Cybelle leaned up on her tiptoes for a much better purpose than decorating the tree and kissed his chin with perfect innocence. Gone was his beard, and the scruff, and his hair was styled shorter. Sometimes, she missed it. Feeling it tickle her cheek…But with a second kiss, she decided quite heartily that it was easy to get used to. Something new, to love. "My, Brandyn."

So very, stupid, ridiculously, illegally, happy.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Hair: XoXo | Equipment: -- | Tag: Blaire Sal-Soren , Lossa Aureus , Brandyn Sal-Soren , Lorn Reingard
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"Really??" Briana hissed under her breath, her head of dark curls whipping around to shoot a sharp glare at Blaire. The annoyance had less to do with catching her sisters nudge forward, as it did with the fact that it'd sent her champagne sloshing over the crystal rim and onto the polished floors. Her pert lips pursed together.

She would have drank that.

Turning her attention away from her bold and unapologetic sister — who'd almost sent her sailing into Lorn— Briana tried to salvage the near social mishap by extending her hand for a proper greeting, only for Brandyn to smoothly intervene on her behalf. It was nice that he wanted to look out for her, for a change, but the shift in dynamics was jarring and Briana was left awkwardly standing behind him, her hand hanging mid-air for a beat too long before she let it fall back to her side, an unwelcome awkward feeling settling in her gut.

"Lorn...allow me to introduce to you my sisters...Blaire...Briana...and my cousin Lossa Aureus. But I think you were three were somewhere around that fiasco on the balcony the other day."

Briana managed a nod, shifting in an attempt to try and keep her posture straight.

"Ah — that's right, I remember seeing you." She hadn't exactly had much time that day to socialize or properly introduce herself— Cerys made sure of that. Even poor Rik Perris , had been left there on his first tour of the Temple, right in the middle of what she'd heard turned into an even bigger fiasco after she'd needed to duck out.

Wasn't quite the good first impression she'd been hoping to make.

"Sorry you had to be there to see that circus," she added, giving a quick shake of her head, allowing a brief glance towards Lossa standing next to her. A small, self-deprecating smile pulled across her lips. "Not exactly our finest hour."

He wandered past Briana. "You are the leader of this Enclave...don't get drunk," he whispered with an accompanying half-hug.

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Heat crept up her neck – whether from the champagne or his words, she couldn't tell. "I know what I'm doing," she hissed back, though the words lacked any real venom. Briana knew that he meant well.

She tracked his retreat through the crowd, noting how he paused to whisper something that made Lossa light up like a loth cat ready to pounce. The urge to corner her cousin and demand answers prickled, but she didn't have time to question it with Lorn nearby. Besides, Lossa hadn't exactly been the most forthcoming since their fall out and she doubted her pink look-alike would tell her what the topic was, even if she tried to press.

"Sorry about him, he's...excitable. Newlywed and all." She took another sip of what was left of her champagne, waving her hand to brush off Brandyn's abrupt exit. Hold it together. "Still in that honeymoon phase." The same path she thought she would have already been walking by now.

"And you don't have to thank us," She added, "We're glad to have you at the Sanctuary. Have you been settling in alright?"

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[Dagos Terrek]

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Tags: Katherine Holt
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Kathrine, cool.

Dagos smiled, shaking Kathrine's hand. He repeated her name over in his head a couple times so he wouldn't get it wrong. Girls ain't like getting called the wrong name, his older brother had told him that after Dagos got dumped by his very first girlfriend. Really, it wasn't Dag's fault, she had a twin, it was an easy mistake for a ten year old. Now, shoot, ten may have been young to get tied down like that but it was a really super two weeks before it all blew up.

Dagos' smile faltered for just a second when the sleigh actually arrived for them. He uh hadn't thought about how Kathrine was gonna get in the thing. The thought crossed his mind that he may have to help her, not that he didn't want to, or that he wouldn't, or couldn't, just that maybe she wouldn't want him too, he was a stranger after all, a well meaning stranger but a stranger.

His smile didn't waver for long though and came back wider than ever when Kathrine not only got herself into the sleigh but her hoverchair too. Dagos must be an idiot to not have sensed The Force in her. Every teacher he ever had from his moms, to Jairdain, to Cal, would wanna give him smack in the head.

"Man, that guy was an ass hat, on real. Ain't no way they pay that mans to be like that acting like he guarding the vault on Scipio or some chit," Dagos said with a laugh as he climbed into the sleigh after Kathrine.

So it might seem like lame chit and the most high knows that Ragos would clown him forever but Dagos was pretty excited for this sleigh ride deal, and it wasn't only because he was sitting next to a certified hottie who he happened to come to the rescue of…sort of. Dagos got real kick out of nature and whatever, the kaadu, the stars, the snow, ain't none of this chit was on Nar Shaddaa and city kid or not Dag was still Korunnai before anything else and that Jedi Force chit was all nonsense when it came down to it. Light, dark, all bantha chit man, it was pelekotan, the jungle mind, his spirit thrived in world's spirit and you could only find that in natural places.

"This should be cool," he said to Kathrine as they began to move. "What's up with the chair?"

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Objective: 3
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Tags: Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Lorn Reingard Cybelle Sal-Soren ​

"She's in safe hands," she told her brother. Her best friend in the galaxy. Her person.

Was he?

Strange how sometimes the simplest questions have the hardest answers. Blaire watched Brandyn expertly weave his way through the crowd to his wife.

His wife,

That was stranger yet. Cybelle was beautiful and she was kind and gentle and she loved him,

That's his person.

And he was hers and Blaire had

Daddy had never much approved of Cybelle and Brandyn and he had his reasons, she supposed. He was a complicated man who she adored still even if she was the only one.

Always the only one.

In every way that mattered.

"Lorn, don't you think Briana's dress is breathtaking?" Blaire had figured out what she would gift Briana for Life Day.

Daddy was wrong about Cybelle. Daddy was wrong about many things it turned out but being wrong doesn't make you evil.

"Lossa, shouldn’t Lorn compliment Briana's dress?"

 

[Rhezz Falcar]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Lossa Aureus | Briana Sal-Soren | Blaire Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard | Kalantha | Dreidi Xeraic

The whole city was awash with beauty so pristine that even though he hated crowds, he'd made a point of venturing out. Naturally he weaved his way among the populace with hands in the pockets of his jacket, twisting and maneuvering to avoid even touching anyone. Ever the ghost, he made a point of doing his best to go unnoticed despite the golden color of his skin. Granted, his family and several others had been on Naboo for what seemed like ages now, so probably most people had gotten used to the occasional golden guy or gal sighting.

Still, he could only take so much and so wandered into the Queen's mountain retreat instead. He'd never met the Queen before. Seen her from a distance, but that was about all. It wasn't exactly common for the starfighter pilots to mingle with royalty. Nor, well, anyone outside of other Navy types unless they just happened across them when off duty. For him, he didn't mingle outside of the squadron most of the time, preferring instead to focus on introspection and the next possible engagement.

The inside of the place was quite beautiful, though. Lots of people still, but most of them were in tight-knit groups. His eyes surveyed the seen, spotting the group of Sal-Soren's and noting their presence before he headed for the drinks. Not that he was particularly against meeting anyone, but he was in need of a good libation if he was going to do so. He was never one to drink to inebriation, and he never would be, but he did enjoy the taste of a fine wine now and then, or something stiffer when he wanted to wash down a bad taste.

For now he settled on a whiskey, neat, and leaned his back against the bar. Never let anyone get behind you. His eyes surveyed the room, though didn't linger anywhere in particular. He was biding his time, clearly open to engagement, though not seeking it.