Colette
The 8th Noble
This place was twice the size of her hometown. As Colette walked through the great hall she could just imagine seeing them all given a parcel of the space and still have enough to move around comfortably. The winds were a bit colder than she was used to, but that was not saying much given that most places were cold when you grew up in an arid wasteland. They said it would take some getting used to, and given that it was just the first week that Colette had been here for she was willing to believe it.
Today was orientation. Master Noble would be giving a small meet and greet to welcome the latest batch of new arrivals. One at a time, that was the deal to help keep Valery’s schedule from clogging up, and now it was Colette’s turn. In truth she was nervous about it. This was the big one that everyone talked about, the hero of the year several years in the running, and then there was Colette who was here because — well, she didn’t really know why. She supposed simply because anything was better than where she was before.
Colette could feel the way her hands were clamming up. There was a slight tickle in her knees that begged her to go easy while her arms seemed to do everything they could to weigh her down. By the time that she approached Noble’s chamber she was positively rubbing her thumb against the palm of her hand to alleviate some of the stress as she slowly approached the door.
“Howdy…” She muttered to herself. “No, that’s stupid.”
“Hello!” She murmured through her teeth and groaned. “No…”
“How do you do?” She tried to quietly chirp but… “Nope.”
The door swooshed open, and there in the frame stood Noble herself. Colette yelped as she looked up at the woman. Her hands had clasped together to the point they threatened to fuse with one another while her quivering lips struggled to put any singular word or noise out. The doe-eyed expression did its job admirably in selling just how much she was overthinking this.
“Hi!” Was all that made its way from her throat to her lips. It was a high pitched squeal that ended no sooner than it had began as she stared at the Jedi Master before her.
Valery Noble
Today was orientation. Master Noble would be giving a small meet and greet to welcome the latest batch of new arrivals. One at a time, that was the deal to help keep Valery’s schedule from clogging up, and now it was Colette’s turn. In truth she was nervous about it. This was the big one that everyone talked about, the hero of the year several years in the running, and then there was Colette who was here because — well, she didn’t really know why. She supposed simply because anything was better than where she was before.
Colette could feel the way her hands were clamming up. There was a slight tickle in her knees that begged her to go easy while her arms seemed to do everything they could to weigh her down. By the time that she approached Noble’s chamber she was positively rubbing her thumb against the palm of her hand to alleviate some of the stress as she slowly approached the door.
“Howdy…” She muttered to herself. “No, that’s stupid.”
“Hello!” She murmured through her teeth and groaned. “No…”
“How do you do?” She tried to quietly chirp but… “Nope.”
The door swooshed open, and there in the frame stood Noble herself. Colette yelped as she looked up at the woman. Her hands had clasped together to the point they threatened to fuse with one another while her quivering lips struggled to put any singular word or noise out. The doe-eyed expression did its job admirably in selling just how much she was overthinking this.
“Hi!” Was all that made its way from her throat to her lips. It was a high pitched squeal that ended no sooner than it had began as she stared at the Jedi Master before her.
Valery Noble