Faction Grand Jedi Ball - Open to Jedi + Jedi Sympathizers

[Aadihr Lidos]

OBJECTIVE II

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"How do you do it?" Azzie asked, "The way you see the world, I mean.”

“My brethren, the Miraluka, are force-sensitive. Instead of how you would see lights in the visual spectrum, the sources of light I ‘see’ radiates from others’ presence in the force, with tangible inorganic objects reflecting that light - albeit transparent.”

Aadhir continued to lead Azurine to the conference, towards a group of blazing lights that were impossible to miss.

“The Star from my home planet emits enough infrared radiation to burn regular eyesight over time, and the Ashla -er- the Force was kind enough to my people to grant them this sight.” Aadihr left out details more specific to himself; that his focus of study as a Padawan had been on developing and enhancing his natural force sight with the broader capabilities of force senses to see feelings, futures, and ripples in the force, and casting his sight beyond the normal range of the baseline Miraluka.

Perception, healing, defence - those were the aspects that Aadihr strove to perfect, to help the galaxy one troubled soul at a time.​

As Aadihr led Azurine closer to the Grandmaster Valery Noble and her husband, he saw tensions rising and falling amongst their auras. He hesitated, giving Azzie a heads up, “Speaking of which, The Grandmaster's current company seems a bit tense. Perhaps it's best if you lead, I… I was never close with the leadership.”

Aadihr had no clue what Azzie’s relation to the Grandmaster was, but she didn't seem to have the same trepidation Aadihr did. If Azurine was willing to intrude, Aadihr would follow just in case he sensed irritation from their superiors. Azzie certainly shown she had trouble with identifying personal space or tact with asking direct questions - Aadihr didn't want to lead the first friend he made upon return to be reprimanded if he could help it.

Aadihr let his grip on Azzie's hand slacken, allowing her to take the lead as they were within visual sight of Valery Noble . He watched their aura’s closely, ready to butt in and apologize to the Grandmaster for the intrusion if anything took a turn for the worse.

Azurine Varek | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | OPEN​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Tags: Roman Vossari Thirdas Heavenshield Valery Noble Kahlil Noble


It's really not the most important thing in the world. Aiden thought as he left his fathers presence and did his rounds around assembly. Taking in each location and watching for anything and everything he could. He smiled as he noted some acquittances that were having a great time on the dance floor. This was a good night, and it was well planned. He was thankful for being a part of it.

There were plenty of other students, pupils and such that didn't advance until they were much older. He knew he wasn't ready, that should be more than enough. Sufficient enough for anything. He was the Jedi after all, it was his choice. No one eles's.

As Aiden made it to the next area he felt a small tremor in the force, a friend of his. The Jedi Padawan came in on the back end of the conversation but he heard enough to where there seemed to be heightened emotions.

"You won't hear another peep from me the rest of the night. I promise."

"Good evening, Masters. It's a pleasure to see you all again. My name is Aiden Porte, I hope you are all having a good time." Aiden said with a smile and bow towards the respected individuals.

He patted Roman on the shoulder slightly. "You okay pal?" Aiden inquired with a small smile. "Let's take a walk my friend." The Padawan inquired, but more so steering his friend away from any further conflicts. More so trying to see what was going on, and if he was okay.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress

Valery's amber eyes softened slightly as she turned her gaze back to Roman. Despite the disappointment in her voice earlier, she offered him a faint, reassuring smile. "You made a mistake, Roman, but we all do. What matters is that you learn from it. Just take it easy for the rest of the night, alright?"

With that, she let Kahlil gently pull her away, her hands instinctively moving to wrap around his bicep. The warmth and solidity of his presence grounded her, and as they walked, she leaned her head lightly against his shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself savor the quiet comfort he offered amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling through the room.

It helped her calm down.

She was just beginning to feel a measure of peace when the approach of another presence in the Force caught her attention. She opened her eyes and glanced up, her gaze landing on two figures. Her expression brightened immediately when she recognized one of them.

"Azurine," Valery greeted warmly, her smile spreading as she straightened, though she kept a hand on Kahlil's arm. "It's good to see you." Her amber gaze shifted to the Miraluka accompanying her Padawan, the warmth in her expression extending to him as well. "And you brought a friend."

The tension from earlier melted further from her posture, and her tone carried the gentle pride of a mentor reunited with her student. "I hope the two of you are enjoying yourselves tonight. The ballroom is always a good place to meet people and... experience a bit of life outside the training halls." Her gaze lingered on Azurine for a moment before flicking to her companion, her smile inviting but composed.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure?" she asked kindly, though her eyes were already looking him over. Assessing. Perhaps making sure he wasn't trouble for her Padawan.

Kahlil Noble Thirdas Heavenshield Roman Vossari Aadihr Lidos Azurine Varek | OPEN!​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

“Knight Aadihr Lidos, Grandmaster Noble.” Aadihr replied formally, dropping Azurine’s hand entirely once he noticed Valery spoke with such familiarity to her. Had Aadihr underestimated Azurine’s rank? She was young, but others have advanced quickly many times before. She would have to be a prodigy to have reached the rank of. . .

Aadihr deepened his bow further once he recalled Valerie's words: “. . .experience a bit of life outside the training halls.”
The words echoed and reverberated in his skull as he realized the connection between the two women. The familiarity and friendship was not peer fraternization but the vibrant hue of trust and patience between mentor and pupil.

It was worse than he could have guessed. Of all the actions he could have taken he had just danced with a Grandmaster’s Padawan as the very first contact he’s had with the NJO since he left! Aadihr held his bow, face lowered to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks.

He held out hope that his complete absence and lack of communication had been below Valery and the other Master’s notice.

Aadihr immediately regretted thinking directly of that.​

He steadied himself, finding internal balance, trying to keep an unassuming aura about himself. A Grandmaster doubtlessly would have the capabilities to Sense the spiral of thoughts that immediately whirled around at his revelation, but there was no helping it now.

Aadihr straightened himself once more, facing Valery and the towering man she held onto, maintaining his composure once more. Only the did he respond to her earlier comment.

“It has been a wonderful night thus far, Grandmaster, thank you.”

Aadihr was beginning to suspect the Force had a sense of humor, guiding his footsteps just to direct him ankle deep into a proverbial puddle.

Azurine Varek | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | OPEN​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Roman Vossari
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The self-named killer felt his misguided fury subside as Roman finally gave up the information he'd sought in regards to his father, clarifying the intent behind the easily misconstrued words used by the young Jedi. He realised, much too late, that it had all been a misunderstanding between a man too easily angered and a kid too easily intoxicated. The shame he felt was made all the more real when the Grandmaster — his sole guiding star at the time — had to step in and dress them down like a pair of school children. Kahlil didn't even speak, which was somehow even worse.

Thirdas knelt as he was admonished for his actions, the empathy in Valery's voice hitting him harder than any sledgehammer could. He knew he'd disappointed her, and that he'd need to atone through future deeds. He did not speak of forgiveness, knowing she'd recognise the act of submission alone to mean more than any spoken word. He was a warrior of immense pride; kneeling did not come naturally to him.

He would not beg for forgiveness. He would earn it.

As Valery and Kahlil and any other bystander turned away to rejoin the party, Thirdas remained in a kneeling position in the company of Roman. An awkward silence followed, until Thirdas lifted his gaze.

"Forgive me, Master Jedi. I mistook your words for deliberate slander. The fault is mine and mine alone. You did not deserve the chastisement from our Lady. Please, tell me what I must do to put things right so honour might be restored. When allies fight amongst themselves, the enemy has already won."

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

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

If it were possible for Azurine's eyes to light up even more than they already were, then it would have been that moment. "Then, you can see auras, too?" The grin meeting her eyes was as ecstatic as the colorfully bright flame that shifted through her own spirit and outward. The only other person she had met until now who saw the world similarly had been Iris Arani. She'd spent most of her childhood just thinking it was some weird form of synesthesia, at least until she had met her ragtag group of rebels all those years ago. "Everyone on your planet can? Wow." She chuckled with clear excitement. It made sense. Aadihr wasn't an empath, so to speak, but he could read the shifts and spikes in emotions just like she could.

She continued to listen intently, unable to tear her focus away from everything he had to say. She had always been so fascinated by the people of other planets and the differences their conditions brought to them. "On Iridonia, we have frequent acid storms and extremely high temperatures," she started, wanting to be an equal partner in the sharing of information. "It's why our bodies are much more resilient than others."

She didn't quite get the chance to say or ask anything more. It hadn't taken very long to get to where she needed to be for the conference, and she found herself mentally kicking herself for having apparently walked right by it beforehand. Oh well, no use dwelling on it now. She shoved it to the back of her mind, letting go of Aadihr's arm and moving quickly to give both Valery and Kahlil a hug. "I'm sorry I'm late, Master Valery. I meant to be here sooner, but I may have ended up in a different part of the temple. Did I miss anything too important?"

"And you brought a friend."

Her attention shifted to Aadihr for a split second when he was addressed. What a way to make connections—by spilling wine on someone's suit. She hadn't even intended to end up in the ballroom of all places, but like she'd been told many times before now, there was no such thing as a coincidence.

"He pointed me in the right direction, or who knows how much more late I would have been." She made a quick joke, partly at her own expense, but partly because she didn't quite know what else to say. The memory of the dance was still ever present at the forefront of her mind. "The hall was absolutely stunning, though. Definitely worth the pit stop."

The spike of uncertainty that flowed through Aadihr hit her vision rather quickly, and her grin faltered. His entire essence seemed to read with a worry, in the same way one usually did if they had made a mistake. Then suddenly, it just stopped in the same way Zaiya's would when she didn't want people to be able to read her, like it was there but devoid of spikes. A mental block of some sort, maybe. The confusion pulled at her harder than she thought it might. Had she screwed up already? Had she been too intense? That was a criticism she got more often than she cared to admit. She really needed to learn how to hold it back better. Her energy deflated a bit as she tried to rein it in hopes of making him more comfortable again, and she forced the smile to continue.

"How's your evening been thus far? Oh, and Kahlil, you wouldn't mind teaching me more about runes, right? Vera was telling me you're good with them." She quickly tried to change the subject to take her mind off of her own confusion and brighten up the air some. It's not like she could do anything about it right now and risk any further gaffes. She would just have to ask Aadihr about it, point blank, later.

Aadihr Lidos | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE ONE: THE DANCE
Interacting with: Aris Noble

Aris was right. Some things were solely Ayhan's to tell -- like the rest of what he told her years ago and how they got into the conversation of taking chances with others. A blush formed at thinking at what he'd asked her, and at the time, Zaiya hadn't been certain if Ayhan exactly knew what he'd been asking.

Either way, the playful taunt in Aris's voice and the mischief that shone in his green eyes pulled her from her thoughts, producing a playful scowl up at him.

Oh, he was going to get it!

"Uh huh, I know better!!" She quipped back, her skin's vibrancy sending a soft glowing shimmer as they spun and wove their way through out the ballroom floor.

"I've seen you reach your limits, Your Highness! " she laughed, spinning about only to be in his arms again, "And I've gotten better at pacing myself and gained endurance with training," She teased, sticking out the pink tip of her tongue out at him in silly, taunting expression.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Dress: Link
Tags: Orion Pavond

Katherine had spent the majority of the night off to the sidelines. Initially, she hadn’t even entertained the notion of attending this event. What would be the point? It wasn’t as though she could enjoy it like everyone else. Sure, maybe she could’ve gone to the conference to meet other Jedi, or gone to meditate. But the Padawan had done plenty of that in recent memory.

No, what this was, was a desperate attempt to feel some normalcy. Even if Katherine wouldn’t openly admit it to herself.

She even dressed up for the occasion, the dress in question was primarily selected because of how much it covered. Concealing the ugly lightning scarring that decorated the majority of her body now. Though some of it could still be seen creeping up the Padawan’s neck.

Katherine sat in her hoverchair, situated by a small cluster of tables. A glass in hand, with a small number of empty ones on the closest table. The Padawan did at one point question whether it was responsible for her to be drinking.

I am ‘technically’ operating a form of transport after all.

But after the first couple glasses, Katherine couldn’t really muster the care. She just wanted to enjoy the revelry, even if it was from afar.

She saw several familiar faces, both known and only briefly encountered. A number of them had remained on the dance floor over the course of the night, while others split off to either go meditate or mingle with other Jedi. But then Katherine caught sight of a Mirialan, one that had the redhead frowning.

Why does he look familiar? Maybe I’m too drunk, but I could swear he reminds me of Shan-

It was in that same moment that the individual in question caught her staring. Katherine snapped her gaze away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. The Padawan downed the last of the current glass, her brain trying to concoct a quick exit plan.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield | Aiden Porte

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Roman watched Valery and Kahlil disappear into the throng of partygoers, a wave of bewilderment washing over him. That couldn't have gone any worse. He'd been minding his own business, enjoying a rare evening of relaxation, and then – boom, bam – he was thrust into the middle of a bizarre, escalating conflict. It all felt so surreal, so out of place. And then, the brute, Thirdas, knelt before the Grandmaster, seemingly begging for forgiveness. What an odd, unpredictable fellow this was.

Roman couldn't comprehend the sudden shift in the atmosphere, the rapid transition from jovial conversation to a tense, almost violent confrontation. He didn't know where he'd gone wrong. All he'd done was enjoy his drink and engage in some light banter. The whole situation was utterly baffling, made all the more confusing by Thirdas's sudden, dramatic display of humility.

As Thirdas spoke, apologizing for his misconstrued words and seeking to restore honor, Roman couldn't help but feel a prickle of unease. The man clearly had some serious anger management issues, a volatile temperament that could erupt at any moment. And Roman wasn't entirely convinced they were even allies, or that this concept of 'honor' held the same weight for Thirdas as it did for others. All he wanted was to put distance between himself and the towering Heavenshield warrior.

A part of him felt a sliver of guilt. Perhaps he shouldn't have had so much to drink, maybe his words had been a tad more provocative than he'd intended. But even if that were true, the entire debacle could have been avoided if Thirdas had simply kept his nose out of other people's business. The whole thing was a ridiculous overreaction, a tempest in a teapot spun out of control by a man with a hair-trigger temper.

Relief washed over him as Aiden appeared, a beacon of normalcy in the strange, tense aftermath. Roman instinctively leaned on his friend, needing the physical support as his head still spun from the events of the last few minutes, and the lingering effects of the alcohol. The darkness seemed to swallow them as they walked away, but Roman kept a watchful eye over his shoulder, ensuring the imposing figure of Thirdas didn't follow too closely.

"Thank you for the save, friend. I think that man has it out for me." Roman confessed, his voice laced with a touch of lingering fear. His eyes darted into the darkness, searching for any sign of Thirdas's supposed squad, a lingering anxiety clinging to him. Shaking off the unease, he refocused on Aiden. "How are you, my friend? I haven't seen you in quite some time." A genuine smile finally graced his features, a welcome break from the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.

 

[Orion Pavond]

DANTOOINE - JEDI TEMPLE - BALLROOM
Katherine Holt

Orion had enough training to last a lifetime, quite a few actually. Perhaps three at least, if not more. It was what happened when you had multiple tutors teaching you not only what it meant to be a Jedi, but how to survive and always make the right moves, the right decisions. Even if those decision were not exactly easy or conventional or exactly legal. Morally ambiguous or "fuzzy" as he sometimes called it.

Now, on tonight of all nights, Orion figured his skills here would be spent as security for the event, as per usual, and nothing more. Of course, he had a few party tricks up his sleeve. Literal party tricks as well as figurative. A pack of cards, flowers, and maybe he would even make a dove appear out of thin air.

But the one rudimentary trick he learned from the start was to know when someone was watching you. And how to not alert those prying eyes that he was onto them. Not until the time was right. So, when Orion tilted his gaze towards the Padawan across the room and gave a simple wave with a few of his fingers, the Mirialan hybrid already had her number all figured out, especially when he clocked the drinks and her disability.

Recent enough to be a fresh source of pain and sadness, if her attitudes towards the dance floor and the bar were any indication. Although, either the red on her cheeks were an indication of her alcohol intake or her embarrassment at being caught staring. No matter, it was time for Orion to introduce himself.

After grabbing a few drinks of water, of course. Approaching the young woman, Orion gently set one glass down on the table before sliding it towards her.

"You might want to ease up on the free drinks there, Skywalker," Orion smiled before taking a sip of water himself and then setting his glass aside.

"You know, it's not polite to stare, but—lucky for you—you can make up for it by giving me your name," his hand fell upon a nearby chair before setting the seat so he sat across from her, "I'm Pavond. Orion Pavond. Feel free to give me a nickname too. Only seems fair, right?"

Leaning in close and whispering in a conspiratorial manner, Orion quietly laughed, "And maybe, if we're feeling really dangerous later, we can hit the dance floor and boogie with all that liquid courage you've been stocking up on. You might as well put it to good use."

There was no pity nor judgment there in his eyes, if she could read that far into him and his opening statements. If anything, he was treating her like anyone else, aside from the Skywalker nickname reserved for her and her alone.

If anything, he wished to make her laugh a little and talk to him. Even if she chose not to dance or do anything else for the rest of the night, maybe he could keep her from drowning her feelings in booze. Instead, maybe he could get her to talk with the right words and encouragement from him.

And maybe that would make tonight a good night for her, a kinder night. She deserved that much. Anyone deserved that much.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Runes?

Kahlil tilted his head at the thought, glancing between the now group of people again before smiling softly. There was nothing that brought his heart more joy than knowing his little star was bragging about him in one way or another. What was a little smile was now a beaming, far too overjoyed father smile before he nodded his head towards the Zabrak.

"We can see if it's something you can use. Not everyone can, and we can get into the specifics another time."

Azurine Varek | Valery Noble | Aadihr Lidos | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress

Valery couldn't help but notice the way Kahlil's expression shifted as Azurine brought up runes. His initial tilt of the head, followed by the radiant smile that spread across his face, was enough to make her heart swell. It was moments like these, the simple joy that came from their children's pride in them, that reminded her how much warmth family brought into their lives. Gently, she tightened her hug around his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder for a brief moment.

"You're cute when you smile like that," she teased softly, her tone warm and affectionate.

Straightening up, Valery turned her attention back to Azurine and Aadihr. "I can't use runes myself," she admitted, a faint chuckle escaping her. "But Vera? She's been practicing with her dad a lot, and she's getting really good. If you can use them too, Azurine, you should take lessons with her. She'd love to have a study partner, and it would be good practice for both of you."

It would also make her husband smile, and there were few things she loved as much.

Her amber gaze shifted to Aadihr, the calm warmth in her expression steady. She could sense the undercurrent of tension in him, despite his composed demeanor. She didn't press on it, though — not now. Instead, she softened her tone further. "And, Knight Lidos, I hope you'll consider this evening a chance to relax as well. It's not often we get to enjoy something as lighthearted as a ballroom gathering."

Her words carried an undertone of gentle encouragement. Whatever burdens he carried, Valery hoped he'd let them rest, if only for a little while. After all, there were few better places than a night of music, dancing, and good company to let go of the galaxy's weight.

Her gaze flicked back to Azurine with a playful spark. "So, have you already gone for a dance?"

Kahlil Noble Aadihr Lidos Azurine Varek | OPEN!​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

OBJECTIVE II

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"And, Knight Lidos, I hope you'll consider this evening a chance to relax as well. It's not often we get to enjoy something as lighthearted as a ballroom gathering.”

Aadihr felt the tension released from his shoulders. Whether his disappearance was unnoticed, inconsequential, or forgiven before even admitted to, the Grandmaster's words seemed sincere.

He noticed the sting in Azzie’s aura, her stifling and subsequent words brightening those of Kahlil. He spoke as a father would to a daughter. These were kind people, Aadihr felt. Aadihr allowed his guard down.

Aadihr found himself also curious about the runes Azurine spoke of, but perhaps he would ask her in exchange for the multitude of questions about his eyes.

At least Azurine had the best support a master could give a padawan. Aadihr was happy for the first friend he had made returning to the Order.

"So, have you already gone for a dance?”

Aadihr answered before he even fully registered the question or considered the outside perspective of an stray, poorly dressed, wine-stained, homeless Jedi knight walking into a temple off the street and asking a Padawan to dance. Aadihr didn't know she was a Padawan at the time! Azzie is older than any Padawan he ever met. It was too late, the words had already left his mouth

“Yes! Azurine is a quick study and a fine dancer…” he said, words slowly tapering down in pitch and pace until he all but trailed off.

Aadihr briefly turned his head towards Azurine, trying to see what had upset her earlier. He hoped he could help somehow, but he also understood that knights of the order had expectations of propriety as well.

Azurine hadn't known he was a knight. She might not care, even. Regardless, Aadihr felt a responsibility to ensure the Padawan was protected and safe, even from his own ignorance.

His mind wandered back to the warmth of Azurine’s joy, the lingering moment as the music faded, the feeling of their auras seeing each other, as if looking into each other's eyes.​

Aadihr thanked Ashla he had not had time to drink before bumping into Azurine. That could've ended much worse.

Thinking of a way to divert his thoughts and the topic, he tilted to include Kahlil Noble and Azurine Varek in the conversation.
“So… this must be Mr. Noble?” Aadihr asked, admittedly knowing little of the man's status or history.

Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Azurine Varek | OPEN​

 

[Aris Noble]

"You mean long, long after you did? I distinctly remember you almost passed out on the floor while I was still going." It'd almost taken the whole day for Aris to actually feel exhausted from that jump roping challenge she'd brought to him only a couple years ago now. It'd ended up becoming a part of his workout routine, to keep pushing himself where he normally couldn't.

"You're not the only one who's trained up either." He stuck out his tongue in turn before giving her another spin in their dance. Just before the music ended again, as he pulled her back into his arm. He blinked slowly at that though, the sudden silence of the song ending, her being so close and smiling. "You're doing pretty well, you know. Still haven't stepped on my feet. Good job, Zaiya."

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE ONE: THE DANCE
Interacting with: Aris Noble

Of course, he had to bring that up! Zaiya's lips pursed into a rueful pout, giving Aris a narrowed look that said, 'Oh, you'll pay for that! At least until she caught the sight of him teasing her right back! Sticking out his tongue at her as well!

"Oh, that wasn't very princely of you," The Lovalla teenager teased Aris, although the giddiness she felt at seeing him be so silly and open with her was a rush of pure pleasure that sent her bioluminescence shimmering in a mesmerizing display. It was evident that she liked being able to bring that sort of reaction out of him -- her own little guilty pleasure.

"Don't worry. I won't tell a soul, " Zaiya added, giving a slight chuckle before Aris drew her back in, the music ending. She once again was pressed against his body's warmth, which sent little ripples of awareness that threatened to make her knees weak.

Drat, he was distracting her!

At his compliment, Zaiya felt a rush of warmth climb up her neck, pooling at her cheeks and collarbones in a pastel glimmer of pale pink. It wasn't just the words -- it was the way he said them, soft but sure, with that easy smile of his that always managed to disarm her.

"…See? I told you I've been practicing," she mumbled, her voice quieter than usual, betraying her flustered state. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes flickering away as if suddenly finding the dim lighting of the room far more interesting.

A lock of her hair had slipped loose with the more energetic dancing, tickling her right eye, but she made no move to fix it. Instead, her fingers traced a thoughtless pattern on his shoulder, just where the edge of his cloak brushed the warmth of his skin. It was a light, delicate touch, but her own heartbeat roared in her ears, making it feel far more significant than it probably was.

"Alright," she said, managing to find her voice again and glancing up at him, her bioluminescence now swirling with faint streaks of blues and golden highlights. "One more, and then we can get a drink?"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

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

Azurine let her smile lift while still doing her best to keep her energy in check. She had been instantly curious about the idea of runes and sigils. It was something she hadn't even considered a possibility back before she had been woken up from a centuries-long hibernation. Then again, a lot of things were new to her in that same way. She had to actively try her best to suppress the excitement when Kahlil agreed to the idea, and Valery actively encouraged it, but it still burned out in her fiery amethyst eyes. "Absolutely!"

Her attention shifted back to Aadihr, seeing his aura pop back and relax, at least partly. That definitely made a bit of her own backseat tension dissipate. Of course, she was still confused by his sudden shift from before, but he probably had his reasons. She just hoped that whatever he considered a mistake hadn't been his encounter with her.

But then she was asked about dancing, and she could see the teasing sparks fly from her master. Her eyes shifted back and forth for a moment, wanting to think of something just as sly to say in return rather than anything else.

"Yes! Azurine is a quick study and a fine dancer…”

Azzie didn't get the chance to do so before he was already speaking. Her hand rose to rub the back of her neck and adjust some loose hair back behind her ear. "I may have spilled wine on his suit. But, you know me, charming as ever." She joked it off and gave the two masters a sly wink while striking a quick pose as if she was being photographed. She tried not to let the way Aadihr's voice trailed off like that get to her.

Really, she had no reason for them to get to her! Her confidence quickly picked back up like the raging wildfire her spirit was, reminding herself she wasn't here to impress anyone, nor did she give a flying poodoo if she did or not. As interesting as she thought he was, if he had any problems with the situation, there was nothing stopping him from excusing himself whenever he pleased. If he chose to stick around, then he could put up with her fierce nature.

Simple as that.

She playfully jabbed at his arm with her elbow, shooting him a shit-eating grin in the process. "He's just lucky it didn't get on my dress when he ran into me! It takes time to look this good."

Aadihr Lidos | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | OPEN​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Eugh, who'd want a Sith?"

"Bad boys do have their appeal."

Cora shrugged. Then, she blinked and shook her head. Maybe she'd had a bit too much wine for the evening.

"Maybe they'll forge a bond like the Masters Noble. I've felt nothing stronger than that. No Sith, no Dark-sider, no imperial war machine."

 

[Katherine Holt]

Dress: Link
Tags: Orion Pavond

Yeeeeeep, you’ve done it now Katherine, he’s walking right over to you.

As Orion approached, Katherine felt like she wanted to just sink and disappear into her hover chair. Why the Force she decided to stare, the Padawan didn’t know. She had zero intention of being social tonight, outside of maybe chatting with some familiar faces. Not a complete stranger that might share a resemblance to a close friend of hers.

She could’ve just made a ‘run’ for it, but despite all she had been through Katherine was still stubborn as hell, and her pride wouldn’t let her essentially flee.

That, or it was the alcohol having too much of an effect. Yes…let’s blame the alcohol.

“Sky…walker?” She repeated, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Katherine tried to piece together why he used that particular nickname. Part of her wondered if he knew she once had wings, or was it that he was referring to her chair?

Katherine glanced down at it, staring at it blankly. I mean, it does hover. I guess that’s kinda ‘sky-walking’. The Padawan seemed lost in her tipsy haze, barely acknowledging Orion’s request for her name. Well, not until she heard the name Pavond.

Her head practically snapped over to Orion, eyes wide with recognition. She pointed a finger at the Mirialan.

“I knew it!” She declared, maybe a little too loudly. “You’re related to Shan!” Katherine leaned forwards a little, eyes narrowing she tried to examine Orion’s face. “Yeaaaah, you share some features but not quite enough to be siblings, I think.”

Katherine seemingly paid no attention to Orion’s suggestion of a dance, instead the Padawan appeared overly fixated on trying to figure out his relation to her former fellow student.

 

[Orion Pavond]

DANTOOINE - JEDI TEMPLE - BALLROOM
Katherine Holt

Oh, she was far too tipsy for his usual conversation starters. This certainly was a predicament. There was a raised eyebrow before Orion laughed a little at her antics. Watching her point her finger at him, Orion extended his own to playfully tap and connect the pair of small digits together for a brief moment.

He might as well play along for now. Not that he had much choice otherwise.

"We're cousins, Shan and I," Orion answered, still keeping that same old humor about his every movement and word, "Although, out of the two of us, he's the more charming fellow. Smarter too."

Tilting his head inquisitively, Orion voiced a question of his own. Something far more simple for her to process in her inebriated state.

"So, how do you know my green-around-the-gills relative?"

 

[Aris Noble]

"Nor was it very knightly of you. I suppose we're both still a ways from proper royalty, mm?"

Aris briefly flashed a grin before he found himself just.. Aware. Without the music, he could hear her breathing. Elevated from the dancing, yet still steady and calm. Her warmth that spread over his shoulder as he felt her touch. Her hands weren't smooth or soft as they had been when they first met. Training and diligence. Strength. He could feel the effort she put into being a Jedi just in her hands alone.

Unlike her, though, he couldn't look away. How her hair sparkled and shifted as her skin did, it was just mesmerizing for him. He was enthralled through and through, even as cheeks darkened faintly with red. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to still his own heart. One more dance, then another drink. He opened his eyes again, firming up his grip on her hand as he flashed another confident grin.

"Don't trip up, then." He teased, then pulled her right into the next song as it started up with a soulful laugh.

Zaiya Ceti