Populate [GA + Friends] Niv Hani Fire Festival | GA Populate of Takodana

[Mahsa]

She hadn’t meant to make the Zabrak blush, though a part of Mahsa had to admit Azzie’s reaction was rather cute. It had made her smile, a light chime of a laughter escaping the Kazelrrian on Ayhan’s shoulders as Azzie gave a twirl to show off her dress for them.

"Thanks, Mahsa! For the record, you look stunning yourself!" It wasn’t long before her turn came up, her cheeks painted a rosy hue that matched the flustered coral shades that colored the bottom half of her hair. "T-Thanks, Azzie."

Compliments were something she still wasn’t used to, though the merry yellow streaks amidst the corals reflected the appreciation she felt. Her attention shifted to Azzie’s companion as Aadihr introduced himself, curious citrine hues mingled into her strands as she wondered what stories Azzie had told the Miraluka about them… before he dropped a bomb Mahsa hadn’t been expecting.

A hand flew towards her mouth in an attempt to muffle out her gasp, golden eyes wide as saucers when Aadihr referred to Aris as Zaiya’s boyfriend. She had thought little of the pair holding hands, it was such a common sight by now that the Kazelrrian would've been more surprised if they hadn’t been, but it became clear there ws some truth to the Miraluka’s words as Zaiya’s skin shimmered brilliantly.

The Lovalla’s presence withdrew sharply as her mental shields went up in record speed, something that still left Mahsa feeling uneasy whenever it happened so suddenly, but the bashful corals and colorful patterns on her skin remained… and was that a blush coloring the tip of Aris’ ears red?

It was hard to pinpoint where, or why, the atmosphere between their small group had suddenly taken a turn—but the shift had caused the hand still holding onto Ayhan’s wrist to tighten slightly as the coral shades deepened into amber hues.

"Y-Yeah, food sounds good…!" She quipped in support of the idea, remembering Vera Noble ‘s words about the various stalls and vendors that would be present at the festival. "I’m excited to see if they live up to Vera’s hype."

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Aadihr Lidos | Aris Noble | Ayhan | Azurine Varek | Zaiya Ceti ​

 

[Korra Kast]

Korra glanced sideways at Efret, the corners of her mouth tugging upward in a faint smile. "Not from here," she said, her tone casual and light. "I was in the sector when I heard about the festival. I thought it would be a nice change of pace for me. I don't get much in terms of leisure, so might as well make the most of it when I can."

She adjusted her stride slightly, matching Efret's slower pace without comment. It didn't bother her; there was no rush, after all. "What about you? Are you a local? Or visiting for the festival?"

Efret Farr

 

[Aris Noble]

The sudden closed off sensation from Zaiya was briefly overwhelming, even for Aris. He blinked in a daze, his expression frowning as his eyes shifted to Zaiya herself. It was something he hadn't expected, and yet, it made sense. They weren't supposed to be doing that anyway, right? They needed some barriers. He was just so happy, excited, he couldn't stop himself or remind her.

But now that was closed. His expression softened as he looked back to the others, nodding his head.

"Food, I think, is ideal yes. Lets get some food."

Zaiya Ceti | Mahsa | Ayhan | Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Epicanthix Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery squinted at Kahlil, her fiery amber eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. "You really love teasing me, huh?" she said, her tone a playful mix of irritation and amusement. A soft grumble escaped her as she crossed her arms, but the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her true feelings.

"Two can play that game, though," she added, her voice dropping into a sultry tone as she uncrossed her arms and began to circle him slowly with some exaggerated sway of her hips. Her hand brushed lightly against his waist as she passed, her smirk playful and full of intent. "After all, I'm the one wearing the sexy dress tonight. And I've got all evening… and all night to tease you back."

She came to a stop in front of him again, her smirk widening as she reached out toward their sleeping daughter. With the gentlest touch, she booped Yvaine's nose. Even in her peaceful slumber, the baby scrunched up her face and let out a soft, disgruntled hmpf, shifting in Kahlil's arms before settling again. Valery chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Clearly, she prefers you," she said, her voice filled with affection as she glanced up at him.

Her gaze then swept across the snow-covered festival grounds, alive with the warm glow of lights and the sound of laughter and music. "Have you seen any familiar faces yet?" she asked, her tone brightening. "We should probably socialize a bit, show off our little princess. You know, remind everyone just how adorable our little one is." Her grin turned mischievous again as she glanced up at him. "And maybe I can fish for hints about my gift."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Your first mistake is thinking you're the only one with a sexy dress, my love." Kahlil just smirked his ever teasing smirk as he watched her. Though, he didn't watch her too much. Not with Eryx and Yvaine, with the triplets running around. He wasn't going to let himself be distracted.

"Have I? No. Busy watching the children you know. The triplets are already planning another attack, and it seems Aurra is part of it. Clever, I think. Two to distract, the third for the sneak attack." He spoke just loud enough, and they could hear the skittering of feet and giggles of panic as they were found out by their father.

"Have you?"

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Epicanthix Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery's cheeks flushed immediately at Kahlil's teasing, her fiery amber eyes widening at the mental images. "Please, I can't handle you without a shirt right now," she said, her voice slightly higher-pitched than usual as her mind ran wild with the image. "I'd melt all the snow here, and we'd have to rush straight home." She bit her lip, trying and failing to stifle a grin as she shook her head.

Composing herself — somewhat — she glanced back toward the festival grounds and gestured toward a small group of children gathered by a colorful snowman. "I did spot some of the kids' friends," she said, her tone warming with affection. " Azurine Varek has been especially eager to meet the baby, and Mahsa loves the kids, too. Maybe we can go see them in a bit."

Before she could say more, the sound of quick footsteps crunching through the snow reached her ears, and Valery turned just in time to see two small figures barreling toward them. Aeryn and Adam, giggling with mischief, swooped in from opposite sides, flinging handfuls of snow toward their father.

"Attack!" they cried in unison, their voices full of delight.

But the real mastermind of the operation, Aurra, emerged moments later. With a wide grin and a snowball clutched tightly in her hand, she darted forward, aiming to strike her father while he was distracted by her siblings. "Gotcha, Daddy!"

"Mommy, help!" Aeryn called out, her voice tinged with playful desperation as she saw her mother laughing.

Valery stepped back a few paces, a sly grin spreading across her face. With a quick scoop of snow and some quick handiwork, she packed a snowball and launched it over the heads of the triplets.

Attacking from behind the husband was a bold move, but all was fair in love and war, and this was both.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Diogo Talon]

Braze

"Hmph," Diogo said with a chuckle. Amusement and not accusation sparkled in his eyes. "Sounds like you're more judgmental than you let on. But yeah, I'm not sure. I don't know her, but I really wanted to. It's rare to find that feeling and I didn't want to give up on it, y'know? I guess the feeling wasn't mutual." The boy shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"I've never had alcohol," Braze said simply, his tone matter-of-fact. The statement might have seemed odd, considering his earlier comment about a 'cantina special,' but he followed it with a small shrug. Tilting his head slightly, his brow furrowed in quiet thought. "Doesn't really seem worth it."

"Never even wanted to try it out of curiosity? To be honest, I shouldn't be drinking, anyways. I have enough problems with self-control," he said vaguely, his eyes darting to the fires ahead.

As the festival's glow came into view, the warm flicker of fires and the distant hum of laughter filled the cool night air. Braze slowed his pace slightly, his gaze drifting toward the vibrant scene ahead before shifting back to Diogo. "I could be that friend for you," Braze offered softly in reply. "I can be brutally honest and blunt if that's what you need," he added, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, I don't know... you seem awfully self-deprecating. Confidence might not be your strong suit after all... or perhaps it's the 'liquid courage' talking..." Braze smirked, the tease delivered with just enough lightness to keep it playful. "But hey, if you're trying to sell yourself as 'the perfect type,' you're off to a rough start."

"Heh, you weren't kidding about being brutally honest and blunt. I gotta be careful what I ask for. And for the record, you call it self-deprecating, I call it humility! Which in my humble opinion is one quality a perfect person would have!" Diogo teased, keeping his tone light and playful to match Braze.

"You don't need a lover... you need a master... Or a drill sergeant." Braze grinned, leaning into the quip with a smirk. "Someone to bark orders and whip you into shape... "

"Definitely could use a master," he admitted. "But a whip? Chit, I guess I'll try anything once," he retorted, winking mischievously.

Diogo wrapped his arm around Braze's shoulder, a brief but friendly gesture. "We can be friends, Braze. I think we already are."

 

[Ayhan]

Objective 1: Stay Alert
Mahsa | Aris Noble | Zaiya Ceti | Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos ​

Things seemed to fall apart very quickly, unfortunately for poor Azzie. Although Ayhan could not see the guilty wash of colors that splashed through Mahsa's hair, he most certainly could hear the Miraluka. Ayhan's eyes hardened, and his frown setting itself in stone. It wasn't so much what the Miraluka said, but how he said it. Stiff, false.

Even when Aris and Zaiya approached, Ayhan did little more than briefly nod in their direction, his eyes remaining fixed to the Miraluka. And when the Knight began to put his foot in his mouth regarding his friends' relationship with each other Ayhan couldn't help but take a step towards the man, lips curled back in a full, silent snarl, the instinct to protect and defend the few close to him flaring up.

It was only because Mahsa was on his shoulders that the Firronthix didn't take a swing at the man.

Azzie, maybe in an attempt to defuse the situation, recommended they all go look for some food. Ayhan let his hackles fall, slightly, the bared teeth and angry snarl fading into a sneer of disdain. "Food would be good," Ayhan said, making no effort to mask the tension in his voice. "After you, 'Friend'."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Diogo Talon

"Sounds like you're more judgmental than you let on. But yeah, I'm not sure. I don't know her, but I really wanted to. It's rare to find that feeling and I didn't want to give up on it, y'know? I guess the feeling wasn't mutual."

"Everyone makes judgments... I just tend to express them more openly. I'd rather be honest and upfront," Braze replied, "Or maybe it's just my underdeveloped and atrophied social skills shining through," he added, remembering what Ko Vuto had mentioned.

"Heh, you weren't kidding about being brutally honest and blunt. I gotta be careful what I ask for. And for the record, you call it self-deprecating, I call it humility! Which in my humble opinion is one quality a perfect person would have!"

"Yeah, that sounds like a coping mechanism to me. I'm often told that humility isn't one of my strong suits, so perhaps I just don't fully understand it."

"Definitely could use a master," he admitted. "But a whip? Chit, I guess I'll try anything once," he retorted, winking mischievously.

Diogo wrapped his arm around Braze's shoulder, a brief but friendly gesture. "We can be friends, Braze. I think we already are."

"That's not exactly what I meant, but you shouldn't let people hurt you—unless that's what you want, which is probably not a healthy tendency or thing to gravitate towards. And yes, we are friends now. I really hope you weren't lying when you said you value honesty," he said cheerfully, moving to help him find a seat by one of the fires.

 

[Makko Vyres]

Cora was silent for a few long moments. Stunned.

"I…I…"

To know that she was desired as his life partner was humbling.

"…You mean it?" Cora suddenly found her mouth too dry to speak in anything other than a halting whisper. "You…really want to marry me?" She asked in disbelief.

At least he'd got the surprise down. Just as she was stunned, Makko couldn't believe that he'd finally asked. Not that he had any doubts, but because they were really here in this moment.

It made no sense, given that he'd planned it out, that he felt shock at reaching the question.

He could only nod his head rapidly when she asked if it was real.

Cora fell to her knees and threw her arms around Makko.

"Y-yes." She whispered against his neck, voice quivering and overcome with a joy so raw that she did not know how to express it in an elegant manner. "Yes, I believe I would like that very much."

Makko wrapped his arms around her. He felt he had no strength in his limbs but what was left held her against his chest.

"Well...good!"

It was all he managed to say for a few seconds. They both clung on, overwhelmed by the moment.

He walked his own hands up her back. As he leaned back he cupped her face, sweeping back loose strands of hair and streaming tears of joy.

Makko could only give one small nod and then he kissed her.

The bond between them had been frayed by distance and time, by the actions of others and even deliberate manipulation from a sith. Threads woven from the moments they shared, bound together and connecting them through the Force. As one more memory was laid down, it felt to Makko as if the entire bond was gilted in a golden glow of happiness.

"I don't know what to say now," he admitted. "I just feel so happy. Oh the ring!"

The moment hadn't been about any material objects and he'd almost forgotten that he still had the open box tucked in his left hand.

Staying on their knees, he reached for her left hand.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE ONE: THE DANCE
Interacting with: Aris Noble Azurine Varek Aadihr Lidos
Wearing: Dress

At this point, Zaiya wasn't sure what to do. Between the reactions of Azzie, Mahsa, Ayhan, and Aris, the Lovalla was starting to feel like things were already starting to take a turn in a direction that she didn't want them to.

This was supposed to be fun! She didn't want it to end up like another Lysander von Ascania situation -- maybe even a terrible miscommunication.

Convicted and prone to be the one to try and mend things, Zaiya picked up on the cues about food and heartily agreed, trying to lighten her tone. Glancing up at Aris, she asked, "Oh, so hey, since you are more familiar with Epicanthix vendors and food, what do you recommend we all try first?"

 

[Diogo Talon]

Braze

"You're right, we all make judgements. But ubiquity isn't morality, and I do think we should be more understanding, especially if we don't know the full story," Diogo said, a little more stern than he wanted. He felt oddly defensive of Eloise. And himself, for that matter. But even if Braze supposedly had underdeveloped social skills, he was a straight-shooter and Diogo wouldn't want that to change.

Diogo shrugged his shoulders. "Everything's a coping mechanism," he said vaguely, hitting that non-answer answer note, again.

Taking a seat on a bench, Diogo patted the seat next to him for Braze to sit. "I promise I value honesty," he said cheerfully. "Even if/when I push back a little." The green-haired boy rubbed his hands together and then held them out to the fire. "So, friend, what's your story?" The question was left purposefully open-ended, allowing Braze to share whatever he felt comfortable with.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"O-oh," Cora laughed, her voice trembling with nerves. Not the anxious kind - she was overwhelmed with excitement. "Right, of course."

She'd clung to him, anchoring herself to Makko in the whirlwind of emotions that followed. It took her a few moments to unwind quivering hands from where they'd fisted themselves in the fabric of his shirt. Cora had entirely forgotten to look at the ring. Now, as Makko slid the band of white gold onto the ring finger of her left hand, her eyes sparkled nearly as much as the brilliant yellow stone. A metal digit ran over the face of the gem, noting the symbol that had been etched by hand into its surface.

It sat in stark contrast to the voidstone band she'd been forced to wear during a darker time in her life.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Thank you. I don't deser- I never thought-"

Cora wrapped her arms around Makko once again. She tilted her weight to the side, dragging him with her so that they both toppled gently into the snow. She felt so light, as if she were floating on air and she would not mind the cold crystals as they clung to her hair and clothes.

Pressing her lips to the side of his temple, Cora whispered.

"I love you, Makko. I always have, through it all."

Makko Vyres

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Diogo Talon

Braze nodded gently. "Oh, for certain. I try not to be too judgmental or let my biases color my actions toward others. I prefer the egalitarian approach, as it were. You're already starting to sound far more eloquent. I suppose those drinks you had might be wearing off—either that, or you're just very passionate about not judging books by their covers," he said, seemingly giving voice to his observations as he monitored Diogo's behavior. Studying others was something of an innate habit for Braze, an automatic process hardwired into his brain. He was constantly reading, scanning, discerning, and picking up details to store for later thought. It wasn't done with effort—it was just how he operated.

"My story?" Braze repeated, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought about it. Normally, when he tried to ramble at someone like Corazona von Ascania , Ko Vuto , Zaiya Ceti or even Shan Pavond , he got the impression he should probably just shut up. Nobody ever seemed all that interested in genuine deeply personal conversation. Diogo's question took him aback for a few moments. Poor guy was about to find out that Braze was an incessant talker, someone who could meander through thoughts for hours, rambling and tangenting off into a thousand directions. It was often a detriment—a byproduct of a mind that ran a million miles an hour and never seemed to run out of fuel.

But then Braze smirked, a spark of excitement flashing in his eyes. "How about we play a game?" he offered, his tone lightening. "I'll answer this, and we can go back and forth—a question for a question." He trailed off, clearly pleased with his suggestion, as though it added a fun challenge to what might have been an otherwise one-sided conversation.

"What an odd thing to ask..." Braze mused, his smirk lingering. "You don't like talking about yourself, do you?" He concluded this thoughtfully, having learned that most people loved talking about themselves. Diogo, however, was different. He seemed to actively avoid it, seeking something more than surface-level chatter. That peculiarity intrigued Braze, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"I dunno," Braze began, his tone shifting to something more detached. "I was a spoiled brat as a child, before my parents abandoned me to the Jedi Order. They couldn't deal with my Force-powered temper tantrums anymore." He spoke plainly, devoid of emotion, as if reciting from a textbook for an oral exam.

"It happened not long before my father died," Braze continued after a pause. "He left me some fancy-pants company that designs, builds, and sells luxury speeder cars. I don't really know anything about running companies, and it seems like people resent me whenever I try my hand at building anything out of it. I started a few different corporations and branched out... One of Ships, another for general goods like snacks and toys. Hired a lawyer to run them for me, because I guess the galaxy expects Jedi to be humble, chaste, ascetic space wizards who live in mud huts and own no property value."

Braze trailed off, sitting down next to Diogo as he leaned back slightly, the smirk still lingering on his face. "Alright, my turn. Let's start simple—what's the most ridiculous thing you've ever done that actually worked out?" he asked, his tone light but curious. He wasn't sure if Diogo wanted to talk about himself, so he figured it was better to start small rather than dive straight into what might be a traumatic retelling of his past.

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[Efret Farr]

OBJECTIVE: Market

"Visiting as well," was her in kind reply. "I came from Theed. It's very different here, but I'm glad I came. I haven't felt snow in a long time."

The fact that they had both chosen to travel to Niv Hani and explore the marketplace at this exact time in close enough proximity to interact sent her heart fluttering. Both of her masters as well as the greater culture of the NJO had molded her opinions of luck and coincidence throughout her most impressionable years, and now she believed that, in a grand majority of cases, both of those words were colloquialisms for the Force's will unfolding just as it was supposed to. With that in mind, in was only natural for her to assume that she had met this redheaded woman for a reason.

Her own feelings also led her to believe that Ashla had sent an unknowing agent to Efret as comfort for the great grief she was wrestling with—but perhaps that was no more than her broken heart aching and grasping for sense.

"I'm Efret," she added next, leaving her belated introduction at that. She tended not to mention that she was a Jedi unless it was pertinent to the setting or situation, even if her lightsaber was within view, which it wasn't now underneath her winter robe. "It's nice to meet you."

Korra Kast​

 

[Korra Kast]

Korra tilted her head slightly, her red hair catching the soft glow of the marketplace lights as she studied Efret. She had come here seeking solitude, a rare reprieve from the frenetic life of a Mandalorian mercenary. Yet, standing here now, faced with this soft-spoken woman who seemed more thoughtful than most, she couldn't help but feel the tug of intrigue.

"Korra Kast," she replied simply, her voice steady and confident. "A pleasure to meet you as well."

Her gaze flicked over Efret. Korra's instincts, honed by years of living the life she does, told her there was more to Efret than met the eye. "Theed, huh? Can't say I've been there in a while. I'll have to visit again some time."

Efret Farr

 

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Roman Vossari

Kuhbee laughed again when Roman slapped his arm in mirth. His laughs were like low barks but they felt so good and overall he was in happier spirits than he had been before. All thanks to Roman.

[Roman you are strong too! You will be a fantastic Jedi. I’m so happy we are padawans together.]

As they walked he watched as Roman selected an intricately carved wooden talisman and presented it to the cub. His brown eyes welled with emotions and when he spoke there was a warmness in the tone.

[Thank you Roman. You are truly my new best friend.]

Calling someone a friend was a deep commitment to a Wookie. They were extremely loyal and protective. Kuhbees heart swelled at the realization that he had a friend. Ever since being exiled from his tribe he had been so alone but finally he was making new connections. It was all thanks to Roman. The human male had no idea just how much that meant to the young cub but Kuhbee would make sure to show his gratitude everyday. His loyalty to Roman would never waiver.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Flames Of Connection

Outfit: Fiery Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

The moment felt stretched and brittle, like a taut wire ready to snap. Azurine, caught in the swirling maelstrom of tension between her friends, tried to keep the playful grin across her face, whether it met her amethyst eyes or not. This was a fragile web of emotions, and she was teetering on the edge of breaking it further. She could feel the weight of it all pressing on her chest, a subtle, invisible force.

Aadihr’s aura had shifted, those once vibrant, dancing patterns now streaked with muted edges and uneasy ripples. None of this was like him—or at least, not like the version of him she’d thought she knew. Her stomach twisted, but not from hunger. She liked Aadihr and had wanted her friends to get along. He was normally so kind and gentle, even if a little bit blunt at times.

Azzie glanced at Ayhan, who was bristling with barely contained hostility, and Zaiya, whose bright, spirited energy was noticeably dimmed. She hated this. Hated seeing her friends like this. Hated the way it made her feel so helpless, caught in the crossfire of emotions and loyalties.

"Alright, Hotshot," she said, her voice a little too bright, pulling out the nickname she'd given Aris back when they first met, "show us the best place for that spicy stuff you and Vera kept going on about. I'm a sucker for anything spicy—tastes like home."

The words came easily, but inside, Azzie was scrambling. Every flicker in their expressions, every awkward pause—it all screamed that the situation was still teetering on the brink. As they began to move through the festival, she spotted a vendor offering colorful glasses of some kind of alcohol. Without breaking stride, she grabbed one, nodding briefly to the bewildered seller as she tossed a few credits their way. It was nice—a sharp, citrusy heat that spread through her chest and cut through the suffocating atmosphere. Before she even realized it, she'd nearly drained the glass in one go.

Her gaze flicked back to Aadihr once again. She didn’t need to be an empath to see how hard he was shutting himself down, and it made her heart ache. Stars, he made things so hard, and she loathed feeling so kriffing helpless. The best she could do was keep things moving and hope the right words found her when she needed them most.

Quickly, Azzie finished off the drink in her hand.

Aadihr Lidos | Aris Noble | Zaiya Ceti | Ayhan | Mahsa​

 

[Diogo Talon]

"Oh, for certain. I try not to be too judgmental or let my biases color my actions toward others. I prefer the egalitarian approach, as it were. You're already starting to sound far more eloquent. I suppose those drinks you had might be wearing off—either that, or you're just very passionate about not judging books by their covers."

"Bit of both," Diogo admitted. He was definitely sobering up, but obviously not judging a book by its cover hit very close to home.

Braze yapped a bit, but that was good. Diogo liked giving that space to others. People always loved talking about themselves.

"A business man, huh? I never would've guessed. I guess I'm not immune to judging a book by its cover," he chuckled. "Well, I can understand what people are saying. In a mercantilist, hyper-industrialized system, businesses' priority is profit above all else. Doesn't really jive with the worldview of the Jedi, so I imagine that's a difficult, if not impossible, act to balance. But it sounds like you tried to do some good, with the snacks and toys stuff."

On Niamos, Diogo saw how wealth and poverty were inextricably linked. The whole tourism industry—luxury hotels, fancy restaurants, etc—were more important than healthcare and basic social services for the people who actually lived there. It was a zero-sum game, his neighbors suffered so yuppy Inner Rim kids could vacation away from their already comfy lives. It didn't seem like the type of chit the Jedi would, or should, condone. Then again, the Jedi tended to be kinda hands-off about that stuff, so who knows. As the saying went: two Jedi, three opinions.

"Alright, my turn. Let's start simple—what's the most ridiculous thing you've ever done that actually worked out?"

"Iridonia, I guess. Tried to ninja my way past a Sith Lord and got captured. Luckily, Roman Vossari and Caelan Valoren had my back. Almost lost my head, but like, it's cool. They might be... fancier than me but I knew they wouldn't let me die. I was pretty sure, anyway."

"Alright, next question," Diogo said, tapping a finger on his chin in thought. "Besides Jedi and business, what do you get up to? Any hobbies or interests?" He decided to keep it light, for now.

Braze​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Kuhbee

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Roman's chest swelled at Kuhbee's enthusiastic declaration. A warm glow settled in his heart. He hadn't expected such an immediate friendship to form, especially with a Wookiee, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly. He watched as Kuhbee's eyes welled, a depth of emotion he found both touching and slightly unsettling, considering the young Wookiee's size.

"A fantastic Jedi, huh?" Roman chuckled, a self-deprecating grin tugging at his lips. "I still have a lot to learn, but I try my best."

A giddy excitement bubbled within him. A new friend! And not just any friend, but a young Wookiee, a gentle giant-in-training, who seemed to view him with such open admiration. He found himself already protective of Kuhbee, wanting to shield him from any hardship the galaxy might throw his way.

"Now, what do you say? Ready to explore the rest of this market? I bet there's something even more amazing hiding around the corner." He couldn't wait to share the day with Kuhbee, to laugh and explore the bustling markets and the vibrant fire festival.