Syrelia
The Protean Jedi
The temples mess hall was the most important thing here, looking at all of the food that was there, looking at all of the ideas that could come to them brought a smile to her face before the padawan was moving and getting towards one of the tables. A wider grin as the mouth felt strange, the legs were wobbly but she was able to communicate and made the others feel less uneasy around the slime like being that could change her shape with the semi solid looking pink slime.