Ara blinked and came to a halt as a familiar face approached her... well,
half of a familiar face. While the girl never gave Ara reason to go on the defensive, it didn’t stop her from thinking up a verbal arsenal in the event that such a need arose. Her friendly tone did help at least.
”... We did, actually.” She spoke up as she gave
Iris Arani
a firm handshake, likely a bit harder than intended.
”Ara Sheridan. We met at that old Jedi temple on New Cov. Didn’t catch your name, though...” Her gaze quickly shifted to another newcomer as he approached them.
Now this guy definitely caught her off guard. She tensed up for a moment as she studied him before a smirk cropped up along her features.
”Bro, I thought my closet was dirt poor. Damn.” She retorted in the typical Sheridan fashion they were known for. The dude suggested a swim and another familiar face gave Ara the perfect way out of the prospect of actually
going into the water. She kept her mouth shut and a hard face, but in her mind she finally came to the conclusion that she never set foot into a body of water bigger than a bathtub in her life. Even that was sometimes a stretch.
”Yeah, I’ll uh... I’ll catch up with yall.” She spoke, with a bit more of a shake in her voice than she’d like to admit.
”I... yeah, I’ll hop in later.” Rather quickly the girl pushed her swoop past the two overwhelmingly friendly padawans towards none other than
Kyell Laysel of all people.
Thank kriff he was there at least.
Taking another deep, salty breath, she carefully walked up to him from behind and plucked his flute from his hands. With a snicker she sat down next to him on his towel and handed it back to him.
”At least there’s one familiar face around here.” She quipped, wrapping an arm around her friend for a quick hug.
”Uh... what’s with the towels and stuff? Just to lie down on the sand?” She asked him as she looked back to the others. Their clothing was way different from hers... and she was starting to understand why. Perhaps mister
Lief
and his “dirt poor” closet choice was honestly the smartest choice on the beach. She still needed to figure out a way of saying sorry without actually having to say it.
”Was everyone actually planning on going in?” She asked him carefully. Her gaze shifted to another figure (
Justice Lesan
) relaxing nearby on a towel as well.
That swoop ride was becoming more appealing by the second.