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Private Moon River

The city of Lharakyone stretched out like a living tapestry along the banks of the Lharah Basin, its skyline a beautiful union of elegance and purpose. The rivers wove through the heart of the city and glittered like veins of cerulean, winding between lush terraces and stone promenades. Bridges arched gracefully over the water, covered in vines that soaked up the sun. The intricate designs of the bridges etched with Dyspethian motifs, a whisper of the planet's history.

From the heights of the Jade Skyline District, towers of emerald glass and sleek durasteel rose up like sentinels, their surfaces shimmered beneath the morning light. These towers were symbols of wealth, and ambition. A reflection of a people who had risen from the ashes of despair into prosperity. Yet beyond the gleaming towers, the city's true spirit unfolded. Lharakyone's bustling markets where artisans bartered over colorful textiles, riverside cafes filled with the murmur of conversation, and quiet courtyards where families gathered beneath the shade of climbing vines.

The air itself carried the scent of spice and citrus from the gardens that lined the city's many terraces. This was of course, a deliberate choice, blending beauty with function. Public squares were designed to calm the restless heart, fountains bubbling with crystal clear water drawn from the rivers that fed the Basin.

Peace in the city had not been born of complacency. It was born from resilience that had been woven into its very foundations. Military outposts stood discreetly at the city's edges. Ever watchful guardians, a reminder that Lharakyone's prosperity was protected, not promised. The Commonwealth's presence was unmistakable: efficient governance ensured trade flowed freely, resources were distributed wisely and Dyspeth's industries thrived with a rare independence. Strength in this city and indeed this world did not mean submission. It meant self-sufficiency, a quiet defiance against those who sought to exploit worlds like Dyspeth.

For Ivalyn Yvarro, the city had always fascinated her. And it was one of the many, many reasons she was proud to protect it and all of the Commonwealth's worlds. For Lharakyone was not merely a place of trade or politics. This was a testament to what the Commonwealth believed in: resilience, prosperity earned through purpose, and a people determined to shape their own future.

She had arrived at the Aurelian Terrance. It overlooked the Lhara Basin, this refined yet intimate venue with open-air seating, shaped by the elegant sone archways adorned with carved Dyspethian designs. The scent of citrus blossoms and jasmine carried along the breeze, and the sound of the river below lent itself for a soothing atmosphere. While understated, Ivalyn felt that it was prestigious, a place where quiet deals could be made.

The terrace itself was perched high above the city's central district, nestled within the Crown Quarter, an elevated sector known for its diplomatic residences and cultural landmarks. It was positioned along the cliffside ridges that define the city's upper limits, the Terrace offered an unparalleled view of Lharakyone's vibrant sprawl, a striking blend of marbled streets, copper domes, and lush riverbanks. Below, one could see the narrow canals weaving between districts, while the distant hum of trade and life filtered upward.

Now, all Ivalyn had to do was wait for her esteemed guest to arrive.


 
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Visiting The Commonwealth
Dyspeth System
Lharakyone


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Highly anticipated by the Lord Seer of Korriban, A'Mia was exceedingly eager when the time finally arrived for more formal interactions with Ivalyn Yvarro Ivalyn Yvarro of The Commonwealth. Before even exiting her shuttle, the neti's senses were alight with intrigue. She was doing her best to school the impulse to immediately expand her awareness out, understanding that her every action was likely to be highly scrutinized while she was planet-side. However, the novelty of it all did wash over her and cause her entire statuesque form to ripple faintly.

The general hustle and bustle, lively architecture and artistry on display at every turn, all accompanied by the energy of thriving trade and commerse. Everything about the environment that greeted A'Mia as she disembarked was envigoratingly new. She was somewhat well traveled, but the vast majority of her exposure to cultures other than strictly Sith had been fairly limited since waking from stasis on Kashyyyk.

Stepping with a dancer's grace, A'Mia followed the person who greeted her upon arrival. The beautiful hand woven basket she carried on her hip was politely examined and its contents explained simply, with no hint of guile or ill-will contained therein. The woman wore a flowing cream colored dress with a red-brown half sun embroidered along the dipping neck line. Her nearly seven foot tall figure was striking but it was very clear she arrived not as a warrior. This was a diplomatic visit and, despite A'Mia's childlike curiosity about this new environment, her focus couldn't waiver. There would perhaps be time later for leisure.

Upon arriving to the destination chosen by her host, large eyes alighting on a familiar figure, A'Mia slowed so she could offer a deep and sweeping curtsey.

"What a pleasure to see you again, Ivalyn," her bright voice practically sang out.

 

The voice that greeted her was bright and unmistakably graceful—like birdsong glancing off the water. Ivalyn Yvarro turned with a warmth that reached her eyes, her expression touched with that quiet serenity only the well-practiced carried with such natural ease.

"Lord Seer," she said with gentle reverence, inclining her head ever so slightly in greeting. "Well met indeed. Might I ask—do you have a preferred form of address?" Her tone was curious but gracious, and she extended a hand in subtle invitation, gesturing toward the open archway that led to the terrace. "If you'll indulge me, I thought we might speak out here. This is one of my favourite corners of the city—or rather, one of many," she added with a soft smile. "Lharakyone does not make choosing easy."

The air beyond the terrace doors was rich with the perfume of damp stone and blooming river flowers. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the tracery of carved pillars, casting golden patterns over the pale tiles beneath their feet. A breeze moved languidly through the hanging gardens, stirring the lavender silks of Ivalyn's robe and drawing out the soft rustle of nearby foliage. The view stretched wide across the Lhara Basin below, its layered plateaus and verdant riverscapes bathed in a painter's palette of green, copper, and misted gold.

"Would you care for some tea?" she offered, turning slightly toward the set of delicate porcelain laid out on a low stone table between them. "There's huai shan, lemon, and ginger—all quite soothing. My personal favourite, however, is the Lhara Bloom Brew. It's floral, with a faint citrus note, best enjoyed with the view." She gave a small, self-aware shrug. "Though I will admit Amber Drift is rather popular. Earthy, with just the right touch of spice."

Ivalyn took her seat with the easy poise of someone deeply at home in her surroundings, her gaze settling fondly upon the riverside expanse below. The world felt a little slower here. A little kinder.

"It isn't often that I'm able to host visiting delegates in person—let alone on a world I hold such affection for," she confessed, a hint of playful mischief softening her tone. "Although, between us… I say that about all of them. Every world is my favourite, depending on the day and who's asking."

A brief pause.

"But this one…" she continued more thoughtfully, "this one is different. The land remembers here. The waters, the stone—it all lingers with a kind of quiet wisdom. I think you'll find the soil speaks, if you know how to listen."

She turned her attention back to her guest, her expression open, inquisitive. "Now, I believe we began a rather intriguing conversation over holo—environmental restoration, botanical research… and something of trade, was it not?" Her voice lilted slightly, inviting continuation. "I admit I've been looking forward to hearing your thoughts at greater length. There's so much more nuance in shared air than there is through static."
 
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"Depending on the company and circumstance, both Lord Seer or Professor Madrona are both perfectly acceptable and appreciated titles. But between us? Or in less formal settings, you're most welcome to use A'Mia."

As to the question of indulgence, the neti merely nodded and swept her gaze over the beautiful view. It was a literal and figurative breath of fresh air to visit places aside from Korriban and feel quite so at home. It had been much the same when she visited Valrar, but generally she felt rather other amongst the average political gathering of Sith. And pointedly, when she traveled elsewhere in the galaxy, the woman generally needed to keep an extra low profile.

"Yes, thank you, that would be lovely," she murmured about the tea as she drifted a bit farther out onto the terrace, passing up the table only momentarily so she could properly appreciate

As her host sat, A'Mia gazed on across the river and out at the surrounding city. She wondered how long she'd be able to justify staying, how long her welcome would last, so that she might examine this place in more detail. As with any new ecosystem, the insatiably curious botanical wanted to gather as much data as possible. Patience was necessary though, so she turned back to the table. Placing the basket she carried down beside her, she practically flowed into the seat, her movements were so fluid.

"Precisely," the neti inclined her head and smiled faintly, the gesture actually reaching her eyes which were still alight with the interest of her host and surroundings.

"It seems more prudent than ever that worlds which exist somewhat on the periphery of The Order's priorities should seek to work together. Or at the very least, strive toward our own mutual self-sufficiency. With me I have brought some gifts of appreciation."

She meant the basket of course, but didn't yet reach toward it. A'Mia wanted to allow conversation to flow a bit, to gain a greater sense of the socio-political climate here before presenting the items she'd brought.



 

"A'Mia it is then," Ivalyn replied with quiet appreciation, the name laced gently in her refined Dosuunian accent. As though it were a rare and beautiful artifact worthy of car. Ivalyn gestured lightly toward the silver tea service now being set before them by one of the attendants.

The porcelain was lacquered in midnight blue, patterned with pale river lillies native to the Lhara Basin. A quiet but deliberate symbol of harmony and rootedness. A sshe poured, the floral steam curled upward into the soft breeze. "I believe you will quite enjoy the Lhara Bloom," Ivalyn offered as she filled their cups, A'Mia's first. "The petals are gathered only at first light, which makes this particular tea, meticulous to gather, but I feel that there's something quite noble about it."

A beat.

She poured her tea, and then gestured toward the sugar cubes, milk and honey. Sandwiches, light and small were brought around by the attendants, "A bloom that opens to greet the day's first light, the first hardship."

Ivalyn briefly studied the Neti across from her, not with suspicion, no, but with the careful awareness of one who had long navigated rooms filled with veiled intent. A'Mia moved with the kindof dignity and command that one did not often find among the more bombastic fixtures of the Sith Order. So, to say it was refreshing, would have been an understatement.

"I agree with you wholeheartedly. Worlds that lie on the fringes, the periphery as you mentioned, of the Order. Are far too often, overlooked until they are either exploited or extinguished. And yet, we possess more than mere utility. We are repositories of knowledge, of balance, of continuity. That is not something to be over looked, it is something to be cultivated."

When A'Mia gestured toward the basket, Ivalyn gave a warm and appreciative smile. "I am most honored to recieve this gift. Though, I must insist that your company alone is a gift in and of itself, however." Ivalyn with her hands folded gently across her knee, posture impeccable reached over and delicately moved the basket closer to herself.

However, the Grand Vizier was most interested in conversation. "It's not often I'm able to speak freely of things such as botany, agriculture and horticulture itself. Often I am at the mercy of Commonwealth scientists when such subjects are brought up, yet I am intrigued to hear what it is and how it is that Korriban has been transformed or what current research projects are of interest to you, A'Mia."
 

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