Yellow Weaver
Loomi hadn't been getting much sleep again. She had been having bad dreams, nightmares even. They weren't the same as her usual ones, however, the ones about the scary people from her past life. No, these were a different kind of deal entirely. These dreams belonged to
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She didn't want to sever the connection. Instead Loomi saught a solution. Valery Noble seemed a good source of wisdom on the matter, what with how smart and strong and cool she was. Or maybe Loomi just really liked her. She was very good at giving reassuring council, as the discovery of her mother she could never meet was a clear indicator of. Maybe she just wanted someone to tell her that everything was okay.
The Godoan needed that every now and again.
So she made her way to the room of the Sword of the Jedi within the Temple, knocking on the door first meekly, but then with some energy. She wanted to make sure that she was heard.
"Miss Valery... Master Noble... Ma'am?" she stammered, her lip curling as she cringed at herself. That was a bad start. "A-are you here?"
A part of her hoped that she wasn't. A do-over of that could be nice. She was terrible with titles.