Scar-Faced Hag
If Shan was trying to hide that something was bothering him, he was doing a poor job of it. Cora's look of concern deepened. She understood the urge to bury personal problems, something she'd felt strongly since her return to the Jedi– she didn't want to bother anyone with the whirlwind of confusing feelings within her. Yet, it seemed wrong to her that a friend should suppress himself in the same way.
Cora smiled at Shan, her expression warm and easy. If the healer didn't want to be probed about what was bothering him now, she would respect that. Perhaps later, she could approach him in private.
And then there was Braze.
Arching a brow, she canted her attention back towards the snowy-haired youth. " 'Never-Have-I-Ever'?" She questioned out loud. "I haven't heard of such a game. Is it appropriate in nature for you to be playing?" She guessed not.
Her mouth had thinned into a firm line before the crystals caught her focus again. Blue eyes fluttered closed and she drank in the air around them, the living Force that suffused the cave and sustained each stone here. They were voices without a voice – some reached for her attention directly, others brushed over her awareness as if they were simply passing by. Some were rowdy and insistent, others were quiet and calm, holding the same spectrum of attributes one could find in any humanoid.
Her fingers drifted over the wall of crystals, meandering as she soaked in each and every story, everything they were trying to communicate to her. Some she understood; others she did not. Her hand kept tracing along the prisms until it stilled. With her eyes still closed, she cocked her head to the side.
Warmth. Affection. Clarity. You know exactly what you want, don't you? You doubt yourself? Everything worth having takes time, including clarity of purpose.
Her fingers closed around the lumirite stone, but it was as if the crystal had worked itself from the wall and into her hand. Cora's eyes fluttered opened, her awareness withdrew to that of her immediate surroundings, and she blinked at Braze. Had he been watching her?
"What?"
Braze Shan Pavond
Cora smiled at Shan, her expression warm and easy. If the healer didn't want to be probed about what was bothering him now, she would respect that. Perhaps later, she could approach him in private.
And then there was Braze.
Arching a brow, she canted her attention back towards the snowy-haired youth. " 'Never-Have-I-Ever'?" She questioned out loud. "I haven't heard of such a game. Is it appropriate in nature for you to be playing?" She guessed not.
Her mouth had thinned into a firm line before the crystals caught her focus again. Blue eyes fluttered closed and she drank in the air around them, the living Force that suffused the cave and sustained each stone here. They were voices without a voice – some reached for her attention directly, others brushed over her awareness as if they were simply passing by. Some were rowdy and insistent, others were quiet and calm, holding the same spectrum of attributes one could find in any humanoid.
Her fingers drifted over the wall of crystals, meandering as she soaked in each and every story, everything they were trying to communicate to her. Some she understood; others she did not. Her hand kept tracing along the prisms until it stilled. With her eyes still closed, she cocked her head to the side.
Warmth. Affection. Clarity. You know exactly what you want, don't you? You doubt yourself? Everything worth having takes time, including clarity of purpose.
Her fingers closed around the lumirite stone, but it was as if the crystal had worked itself from the wall and into her hand. Cora's eyes fluttered opened, her awareness withdrew to that of her immediate surroundings, and she blinked at Braze. Had he been watching her?
"What?"
Braze Shan Pavond