Rough Timing

[Isar Kislo]

Alderaan

Isar exhaled softly as he stepped down the loading ramp of the pristine shuttle. Having arrived on Alderaan a mere twenty minutes prior, the young Zeison Sha had been met by a representative of House Organa at the spaceport. During a previous visit as a representative of House Veruna, Isar had been approached by the Queen to offer some element of tutelage to her son. Isar had not agreed outright, instead making it clear what his belief and methods were with regard to training.

Since that particular evening, Isar had been very involved in a number of objectives. His current Zeison Sha Mentor had requested...no...she'd more or less commanded his assistance in an operation on Hoth. An operation that, unfortunately, had not managed to succeed. That operation was preceded by a visit back home to tend to affairs of state. A very fortuitous visit that had resulted in Isar meeting a woman that, in the following months, had become very important to him. Even now, Isar's thoughts drifted back to [member="Mira Rekali"]. She hadn't...exactly taken his statement of needing to depart terribly well given the reality of an impending life event.

Dressed simply in a pair of black cargo pants and a long-sleeved gray shirt, Isar looked much more casual than was typical on Naboo. Ice blue eyes found an approaching official, and he nodded politely. "I'm Is--"

"Lord Kislo, yes. Please follow me, the Queen is expecting you."

Isar clamped his mouth shut, suppressing a grumble at the form of address. "Thank you..."

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith was in the parlor she loved it faced the mountains that she loved so much. Already word had spread to her that [member="Isar Kislo"] was on his way to see her. She had met the young man, the son of Marcello Matteo the former king of Naboo. She wondered that night if he was the same type of teacher his father was. His father's training methods were still used in the Royal Guard which served to protect the royal family.

He was a serious young man for certain assured of himself, one need only talk with him to understand that he was serious and confident in his skills. She asked if he would teach she assumed that he was here to follow through on that.

Her soft cinnamon colored eyes matched her long dark brown tresses and today she was wearing a new dress designed by Claire. Lately she seemed to be channeling some muse that liked things colorful and this dress was a tangerine in color she felt like someone might come up and take a bite. But it was soft and moved freely acceptable for her schedule of meetings today.

The High Council had also asked for her to come and sit in on their session today. So she would. But not until after she spoke with Lord Kislo.