Dremulae was a wonder to behold, even on the second trip. It had been some time since she'd come here to collect the dreamu'ler cuttings, and since then she'd transplanted one to the great gardens of Tribunal Station while also keeping a potted variant ready for the day she had her own ship again. It was here that she had met one
Ven Asher
and ultimately had convinced him to put his efforts to good.
She wasn't here for flower, or on a whim, today. She was answering a call.
As she reached the cove, on one of the many archipelagos of the oceanic world, her mind drifted back to their brief conversation. A Jedi looking for insight. It wasn't uncommon, she had met many Jedi who were curious about their way of life, who wanted to know more or wished to see how they operated from the inside. That curiosity was what led Cotan to her, after all, after their initial meeting. And look at them now. He bore the ideals of their Order as though he'd known it his whole life.
When she came upon the woman, a mer no less, she inclined her head slowly in respect.
"Greetings. It is good to finally see you, Laraine."
She stepped toward the shore, kicked her shoes off to the side, and allowed her feet to be graced by the flowing waves which drifted up the sand. To connect with the world they were on, and become one with it in essence. A light breath inhaled, then exhaled. Yes, she liked this world.
"Our exchanges online were brief. What is it I can help you with?"