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Objective: Night to Remember
Location: Ballroom in XO
“—I’m so…So late. For force's sake—”
Cybelle was rushing through the hallways of the grand residence at what some might consider “break-neck speed” while the auburn-haired Knight merely considered it haste. She nearly tripped when the nanites of her armored robes slid back up her slender form and converged into the jade bangle that was ever-present on her wrist. Boots with extra friction-grip had kept her from sliding across perfectly polished floors but the heeled shoes of her evening wear?
Not a chance.
Fate smiled on her when she recalled in the moment that she wasn’t just late for a party but that she was a Jedi Knight late for a party—And her momentum came to a staunching halt just outside of the ballroom. Thankfully, while she walked in, no one seemed to notice that her cheeks were flushed or that long brown hair was just a little too “free” for the perfectly curled coif. It was clear that something had been done to cause waves in normally pin-straight tresses…But what? The universe may never know.
She let her hand fall over her heart to calm the rapid beating.
Why was she so worried about a Lifeday Event?
Things had been so complicated in the last year that she had scarcely found time to breathe let alone take a moment for frivolity. Careful hands smoothed down the off-ivory dress that was artfully splashed with crimson flowers that were precious to Naboo. The detailing was dense at the top and thinned out as it moved in a downward gradient. It was eye-catching and was most definitely not something Cybelle would have chosen on her own. Briana Sal-Soren had insisted it be added to her closet which felt let eons ago…But Cybelle had never worn it. Too bashful. Too…Reserved. Even though it wasn’t scandalous in the slightest there was something about it that made her feel foolish. Too gangly.
Especially when surrounded by people that seemed to shine like starlight.
Still…It seemed fitting, somehow, to trust the advice of her friend. Even if they hadn’t spoken much in the wake of…certain events…taking a toll on everyone they knew. Her latest mission had kept her occupied for longer than expected but she was determined to try and embrace the festive atmosphere. She carried herself with a poise that was oft a dead giveaway that she had some sort of formal training. Her Hapani roots would slip in, slowly, with the night.
The darker it got—The less she could see.
Cybelle’s eyes scanned the crowd with a pale sense of wonder. If only because the sheer merriment was almost overwhelming. How was she expected to go from life and death situations to something so lavish as this? The party was boisterous, to say the least. Regardless of her lateness…Still in full swing.
Maybe no one would notice.
She made it a careful gave of avoidance and omission when it came to the mistletoe that had been strewn about by some psychotic Life Day decorator. Every time she looked up—There it was. Looming ominously overhead. How…how was she supposed to avoid that forever?
Regardless of the statistical impossibility…She tried. With tawny eyes narrowed at the ceiling, it was entirely possible that she missed the force signature of someone very important.
At least until she walked right into him. ( Brandyn Sal-Soren )