LOCATION: The Mansion
Objective: Warm up some more, then...
act natural.
Equipment: Winter coat
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Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble
Irwin Vuull
]
All Jenn could think about as she was allowed inside was... how upset she was with herself. There was a lesson to be learned here: absolutely
no going solo without her beloved suit of armor ever again! It would, if nothing else, have allowed her to find her way more easily rather than rely on blind luck to survive the snowstorm. Or, as a Jedi would doubtlessly put it,
the will of the Force. She could grumble all she liked, but the idea of running into a safe place and helping hands in the nick of time, much less someone she already knew, was... preposterous. Coincidences like that, in such a big galaxy? Maybe they were on to something.
I am spending too much time around those moralizing, lightsaber-wielding-
Oh.
The smith suddenly found herself hoping that Valery was not a mind reader. Or at least a poor one. Or a drunk one! Stars, she would take anything right now, any sort of win. Then again, she was... very much capable of sensing people through the Force, if her information was correct- and, given that the two of them had met before, recognizing her signature would allow her to see through any disguise. Or attempt to pretend that this was, in fact, not the same Mandalorian she had met on Wielu. The last thing she wanted was to give her the impression she was following her! Then again, Jenn remained blissfully unaware of her own Force Sensitivity and how
easy it made things as far as tracking her presence went. With her teeth still chattering from the biting cold, the fiery-haired Mandalorian gave her a trembling wave as she moved on over to the fireplace. Even in a situation like this, her natural instinct was to tell the truth.
"Camping." Try as she might to avoid becoming the stereotype of the laconic warrior so popularized by the strong, silent type among her people, she found that words eluded her in the state she was in.
Sitting on down in front of the fireplace and holding out her hands, a shaky laugh left her at the sight of flames licking away at the firewood following the Grandmaster's gesture.
"K-kark, just in the nick'o time t-there. Thanks, Sw- Valery." To her credit, the poor girl looked apologetic enough when she stumbled over her words at the end there. Bless her heart, but she really
did try. She had always made a point of referring to the Jedi by her title or her rank: the reasons were manifold. A sign of her respect for the woman, a way for her to remind herself that they were not friends, not really, well, not
exactly-
Oh yeah, you keep telling yourself that. That will make it true eventually. Absolutely.
Right. And the fact, of course, that she still had her own issues with... socializing. Which, now that she thought about it, probably made her the single most incompetent Ersansyr in the Galaxy: from what she could tell of the few she had met, they were social creatures, and she very much envied their ease of communication.
They relished in the attention, the parties and ceremonies and dates - and here she was, feeling well and truly
naked without her helmet to keep all those people from looking at her face.
And when Valery introduced her to her husband, it soon became apparent of how perceptive she remained in spite of her current state. With her gaze flitting over to him, her brows furrowed, if for but a moment. Did she know that face? Oh, absolutely. She had spent quite a few evenings (and sleepless nights) pouring over the after-action reports detailing the events that unfolded on Ryloth - first, in an effort to learn of what truly went on. Later, to identify the heavy hitters among the Jedi and steer clear of them.
Doing a bangup job of that, Jenn, really. Just flawless. No notes.
But, if anything, she figured the two were a good match for each other - and that thought, simple as it was, dashed away the worry she felt about being stuck in a mansion with two Jedi. In spite of the awkwardness accompanying her in such a... social event, her expression relaxed, and she gave him a polite nod as well as a slight, but genuine smile. "
It's good to meet you." Few words, but spoken earnestly.
Taking her gaze from his features to shift on over to the man approaching her with a woolen blanket, she gave a sigh of pure contentment, and a breathless chuckle.
"Oh, bless your heart, thank you- thank you." At least her teeth weren't chattering anymore, but she felt chilled to her very bones, still. Which only made the act of kindness all the more appreciated.