Nohemi Allaneh
Order of the White Current
There were few things that would strike a chord of surprise and perhaps a hint of fear on Nohemi. Very few things.
Apparently, a singing ‘My little Ropo’ is one of them. The normally well manured and seemingly collected young Ambassador couldn’t help but give a slight flinch when the toy in Master Ur-Rahn’s hands began to sing.
It took her half a second to collect her bearings, but goodness was that ever an awful toy! She couldn’t fathom a child enjoying playing with such a thing. To be frank, in her opinion, it would frighten more than bring joy.
The differences in opinions between sentiments and droids were certainly apparent. Nonetheless, Nohemi kept a cordial and pleasant expression on her face. This was to be led by Master Ur-Rhan, she had to trust in his judgment.
Nod and smile. Nod and smile.
Apparently, a singing ‘My little Ropo’ is one of them. The normally well manured and seemingly collected young Ambassador couldn’t help but give a slight flinch when the toy in Master Ur-Rahn’s hands began to sing.
It took her half a second to collect her bearings, but goodness was that ever an awful toy! She couldn’t fathom a child enjoying playing with such a thing. To be frank, in her opinion, it would frighten more than bring joy.
The differences in opinions between sentiments and droids were certainly apparent. Nonetheless, Nohemi kept a cordial and pleasant expression on her face. This was to be led by Master Ur-Rhan, she had to trust in his judgment.
Nod and smile. Nod and smile.