Outfit: Clothing |
Right Arm |
Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)
Azurine nodded her head, trying not to get lost in thought while she took in all of her surroundings. She found herself chuckling a bit when Braze mentioned the spiciness of the food. A lot of dishes on Iridonia were very much the same, specifically on grounds that their taste buds were evolutionarily different as a carnivore species. Spice was one of the things that they could easily pick up on, unlike many sweet tastes that were generally more muted and often less appealing.
"I can definitely handle my spice. You don't have to worry on that front," she joked, giving them a quick playful grin.
"Most Echani clothing is designed for maximum movement and shows off the body's form—"
He'd said, which immediately made her violet eyes light up with vibrant shades of lavander. It made her think of her own culture on Iridonia, though on top of that, they also had to have clothing designed to safeguard against the more nasty acid rain storms as well. On a good day, Zabrak skin could handle a certain amount of it, having evolved to do so, but just in case it was particularly rough having that was important to have in ones wardrobe. She glanced at the boutique, multiple different things catching her eye.
"These are beautiful."
This was already lovely. A nice change in pace just looking around, even if she looked a little pale and sleepless recently.
When Loomi's excited words reached her ears, she suddenly realized that she couldn't even remember the last time she had been to a real festival. It had to have been before her family was killed on Iridonia, which was when she was a young child. She sheepishly looked at the ground from the bit of embarrassment that knicked at her gut, even if her eyes still held a sparkle of excitement listening to how highly she spoke about them.
"Oh, yeah, Hotshot invited me to go with, I figured it would be cool," she said with a quick shrug. At this point,
Aris Noble
had quickly become one of her close friends, and the way it had been described sounded like it would be a good time, so she couldn't possibly turn it down.
When the topic of hair came up, she ran a hand through her own black strands that was cut just above the shoulders and on the left side was braided across the scalp, pushing some loose ones behind her ear. Frankly, she thought it looked pretty good on her that way, and it was certainly much easier to manage with her horns.
"Actually, I did. It was a year or so ago—" she cut herself off, immediately remembering that though it might have only been that long for her, technically what she was talking about had happened centuries before.
"I kind of chopped it off after I lost my arm, though." A good chuck of the long braid that typically held most of her hair had been seered through along with the missing limb, so her options had been to leave it like that, or just cut it off entirely.