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Interacting with:
Aris Noble
"We're here, Zaiya. I'm going to take a quick look around. Meet me when you're ready."
"Okay! I'll just… be… a minute!" Zaiya's voice strained a little as she called back, darting back into the refresher in a blur.
Of course, she'd already brushed her teeth -- twice, actually. But here she was, furiously going over them with her sonic toothbrush for the third time. She leaned in close to the mirror, double checking that no sneaky bits of food clung to her teeth. All that shone back at her was a set of pearly whites, gleaming like polished armor. But still, her nerves simmered with a teenage panic, so she grabbed her travel pack and fished out a tiny bottle of mint mouthwash. A quick rinse, and she felt like her breath could practically freeze the air around her.
Breathing out into her cupped hand, she nodded in satisfaction. Perfect. Though now… Aris would probably pick up on the smell from a parsec away. Maybe it was too much?
She took a deep breath. They'd planned this trip since leaving Aldhani when they discovered the fist catalyst, so there was no backing out now. And she
didn't want to back out. Not even a little. Zaiya wanted to help Aris with this -- and honestly, she was thrilled for an excuse to be alone with him. They'd always been best friends, but now, after so many flustered heart skipping moments and how that fluttery feeling that hit whenever he looked at her, she was
finally admitting to herself what she'd been feeling all along.
She
like-liked him. Like, not just a friend who's a boy. Like, as in… someone you want to be close to. To hold. To maybe, someday, if things ever went that far… to kiss --
"Gahhhh!" she squeaked, slapping her cheeks as they flushed in waves of coral, then faintly tinted with red streaks in a shimmer of excited blues edged with glowing golden bioluminescence.
None of which would happen if Aris still thought her breath stunk and that kissing was gross!
"Just breathe. It's fine. It's cool. You're just going to look for the catalyst, Zaiya. It's a mission. A mission. Focus!" She whispered a quick pep talk to her reflection, her hands still faintly tingling from the excitement she could barely contain. She'd brushed her teeth, her hair was nicely braided, and she
definitely didn't stink. Hopefully, she wouldn't start sweating a storm once they began the climb or whatever they'd face… But still, she decided to keep a little space between them, just in case he thought she was still gross or something.
With one last deep breath, Zaiya looked herself in the mirror dead in the eyes.
"You can do this." Right. She slung her backpack over her shoulders, adjusting her woven
white and blue robe, its loose cut leaving her arms bare to allow plenty of movement while allowing her the ability to show off color shifting. Blast! She
definitely was nervous.
Stepping off the shuttle, Zaiya blinked against the bright light, eyes squinting at the dry, rugged landscape stretching out before her. The rocky cliffs and scattered trees painted a stark picture against the sky, and up above, she caught sight of the shattered moon. It reminded her a bit of Ashla over Tython, and just like that, a flood of memories from that battle surged in her mind.
Right. This was the mission. She could
totally do this.
Steeling herself, Zaiya spotted Aris a few meters ahead, already looking around. Squaring her shoulders, she shut the shuttle hatch and made her way over, repeating her new mantra over and over.
Act natural. Just act normal. Don't look at him, don't --
She could feel her palms getting clammy, but she pushed forward, her voice only slightly wobbly as she asked,
"So, umm… where to?" And she looked everywhere
but at Aris, hoping her excitement -- and the subtle panic creeping up -- weren't as obvious as they felt.