STARRY NIGHTS
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Rayne Lo'to
OBULETTE, TAPANI SECTOR, COLONIES REGION
I can feel nervousness and shame in her voice as she answered my question earlier. A broke girl in her pajamas. She did mention that she's a scrapper, and has hinted that she didn't have the best of an upbringing. It crossed my mind whether it would be appropriate to give her a career suggestion. She's definitely talented enough in the force, I know for a fact that she has potential somewhere else, whether it's within the Order or not. I decided against it, however, I believe that it's always better to leave someone to their own devices in this matter, for them to discover their own calling, barring some urgent situations. Instead, I elected to distract her from her wandering thoughts, keeping one hand on hers and leading the way to a nearby decorated garden.
"I can't believe that it's for a lack of wit. I haven't met a lot of technomancer, but what you did earlier was amazing." I complimented her as we started to walk again. She proceeded to make a comment about my costume, which she thought to be cool. She's partly right, I guess, it's a nice costume. However, I do not feel cool wearing it. "You want to know how I feel about my costume?" On the contrary. "I feel ridiculous. This costume feels clunky, it attracts too much attention, and it's hot and sticky inside." I've been looking forward to the end of the day ever since I stepped out of my ship with the costume, so that I could get off it, back in my comfy Jedi suit. The last hour or so did distract me from the fact that the costume is uncomfortable, but now that the topic is brought back up, it makes me think if I should even put it on in the first place. "It's just, everyone else was wearing a costume too, and I guess I don't want to feel like I'm the odd man out." I glanced away from Rayne, across the street, looking at two Jedi, or perhaps only one of them is a Jedi, in a couple costumes. It wasn't meant to come across as a sad thing, just getting it across that this whole thing isn't really up my alley, and that sometimes I do have to put an extra effort to adapt to my surroundings, that it doesn't come natural to me. Yet I know that sometimes people took my normal expression as one of sorrow, just another part of my awkwardness, so who knows?
What I know is that we just reached the garden and it's beautiful this time of the year. I usually don't enjoy the crowd, but this garden, while still occupied with people, does feel serene. It's like the people here are radiating positive energy. Rayne asked for a suggestion of a costume, if she'll ever be in another one of such occasions, and my mind goes back to the scene earlier, where she was trying to make her exit from a conversation, and I was her knight in shining armor. I can't help but chuckle at the memory of said scene, and how ironic that we met because she didn't want to talk to someone, only to end up having a long, intimate conversation with me.
"Hmmm, next year? Perhaps you should take turns to be my knight in shining armor? I feel like a Jedi battle-armor would suit you well." I told her in a teasing tone as we stride on the garden, taking in the magnificent view. "That's if you're not a Jedi yet by then. You don't want to be the person who wears their work uniform to a costume party." I half-joked, making a reference at the man who was talking to her earlier. I might have decided against giving her career advice, but I can always give hints, nudge her to open her mind to the many opportunities in the galaxy, ones that I'm pretty sure she's capable of taking. Who knows what's going to happen in a year's duration.
"Same spot, next year?" I asked Rayne in a lower voice and volume, my eyes fixated on hers as I can feel her slightly erratic heartbeat in the force.