Hidden Threads

[Claire Organa]

There was a new name on the fashion front [member="Damian starchaser"]. She looked over the designs that were available she had to admit they were good. This meant she had to meet him find out about him and maybe see about designing something together.

OOO maybe they could do something for the Spring Fashion Show though she hadn't heard where it was being held. It would be fun as it always was.

She found a contact for Mr. Starchaser or his assistant and set off a message.

Have read much about you these last few weeks. Can I interest you in coming to Alderaan for a meeting? Why you might ask, well to discuss the possibilities of collaborating for the Spring show.

Claire Organa, Contessa

It was short, simple, and to the point. Now to wait...

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Why yes, he could be interested in meeting and was. Gaining contacts was important to both of Damians occupations and he wasn't about to turn down this opportunity. Damian had received the message and had his people talk to [member="Claire Organa"]'s people and arrange for a time and place to meet. Alderaan. Last time Damian was here it was being invaded. Not the best of memories. The planet had been restored in good order and had all the wonder it previously had lost now welcomed him.

The shuttle landed and the arranged car had brought him to the meeting place. He hadn't met Claire, not really although he was aware of her and knew that more likely than not they had a few circles in common and had maybe even attended some events together. That wasn't to say he had trepidation about the meeting, but he was always suspicious when people came out of the woodwork. Experiences both good and poor have resulted from messages such as these.

The speeder hovered up to the building designated for the meeting and he stepped out and walked into the door content to make the best of this opportunity....

 

[Claire Organa]

Her nerves were acting up. She kept peering out the window to see if he had arrived what would he be like, what kind of ideas did he have?

She couldn't just talk shop with him so what else to do? She arranged a tour of some of the points of interest on Alderaan. Cloudshape Falls, Crevasse City, the Gardens, and the Vinerium for drinks.

It was a lot they might just switch it up and start with the vinerium.

Finally the air speeder dropped down bringing her guest to the front of the Museum. She smiled automatically force of habit. Just as relief finally washed over her to let her relax.

She watched him get out not what she expected. Jean was a thin man of extravagant tastes that showed in his clothes and manner. Damien was tall, blonde, with fair skin. She was going to feel a bit short today, maybe she should wear heels. Making haste she moved out the doors of the Alderaan Museum to greet him.

She stepped closer, "Mr. Starchaser, welcome to Alderaan. I'm Claire Organa, I'm so very pleased to meet you." She extended her hand to greet him.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian wasn't sure exactly what to wear, he never was when he had these meetings. Many of the business people he met were much more casual than others and so there was thought put into what he wore. One of his workers once commented on this by saying 'you know what they call a man who pays so much attention to what he wore.' Damian did know the answer, an adult.

Today he was wearing his trademarked suit. It was high fashion and given the utter beauty and ascetic of Alderaan seemed more appropriate than his more rugged attire.

As he approached [member="Claire Organa"] she extended her hand made her greeting. Damian took is and bent over gently kissing the back of her hand. That's how one acted with someone from a noble family right? Regardless he was sure it would be seen as gallant or innocent. "The pleasure is mine I assure you," he said before standing up straight.

She was a very pleasant looking woman, and not just from her attractive appearance. Of course appearances could be deceptive and Damian was ever vigilant and on his guard. Trust but verify and always judge slowly. That's something his grandfather had taught him. He had meant this of course in the negative, to not judge a pretty party girl as a bimbo, or a prankster as foolish, but Damian had learned to also go the other way with it. Too many fair, honest, and otherwise innocent faces had turned out to be masks in his life.

"Your planet is rather splendid," he said, coruscanti accent covering some of the harsher corellian drab speech. "I can see the appeal."

 

[Claire Organa]

It was a lovely suit well made she had made something along these lines it was also done in black and deep blue. She remembered the suits very well she had first made them for the CEO of a well known company.

He was quite the charmer kissing the back of her hand not many performed this gesture anymore she had forgotten what it was like. But then she was use to being a designer not nobility.

She looked around, "Yes Alderaan restored is beautiful. There is much to see, and I'm eager to speak with you about your designs as well as your future plans." She rarely had the chance to talk to another designer someone who looked at fabric and imagined it into another form. She was so excited to ask him how he came up with his ideas.

"Umm...I was thinking that we would go out to the Vinerium have a glass of wine, I can show you some of my home. Does this meet with your schedule?" She didn't want to keep him longer than he had time for. She couldn't help but keep smiling.

She usually met models who wanted to deisign yeah she couldn't contain herself.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Smiles were infectious. Someone had told that to Damian and while he knew that wasn't true in may cases, having seen the smile of more than one Sith directed at him during combat, in this case it was pleasantly true. He met Claire's expression with a wide grim of his own. It was nice to be around nice people, and was refreshing from some of his previous meetings. "A glass of wine sounds good," Damian said with a nod of his head. "that sounds perfectly pleasant."

Alright so his guard was lower than it probably should have been. He was speaking in his native accent of mated coruscanti lilt and monotone corellian.

He extended his arm for her to take, being a proper escort as one was want to do. "I have a pad with some designs and information about materials available for you. We're also working on a few other various fabric concepts that aren't fully developed but I feel comfortable disclosing to you at your earliest convenience."

This was a refreshing change of pace.

[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire took his arm how very sweet. "I don't seem to go anywhere with out my pad for designs. I recently discovered two different weaves that have remarkable uses, one I'm still working out. But it would be great to talk to another designer."

She had collaborated with Marzena a few times on a dress but never a designer. "I have air speeder and I can drive." She could drive should she tell him she just got her license? She smiled broadly, no. no she wouldn't open herself up to that line of questions, maybe after a few drinks.

"I can show you Aldera from the air, I hope you love it." They walked along till they came to the familiar yellow air speeder, "I promise no loop da loops." She motioned for him to get in while she stepped over to get to the other side.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]