The repair of his body after
he had been found was relatively complete, and the remainder when Vizion was in no danger of tearing anything open was managed by the faculties of his own body. The long course of rehabilitation that ensued at the tail end of that repair was at a point where it had passed from daily to occasionally, enough that he could move under his own power without a crutch… but to say it was without any sort of challenge whatsoever would be untrue.
It was will and mental fortitude that carried him with nary a discomforted complaint in his voice or face at the sore points in his body, from the impersonable concrete jungle of Coruscant, to the somehow cozy snow-blanketed venue backdropped by the Gallo Mountains of Naboo; a landscape he had hardly visited since before everything had begun to change for him, before he had left to become a Jedi, all those years ago.
Pausing to really look up at the Emerald Heights mansion as he was partway into his ascending the steps - however slowly - a chill that wasn’t invoked by the purposefully frigid environment gripped him, like a hand closing tentatively around his ribs. Vizion gasped. It was an echo of what lurked behind his eyes when he laid to rest, most days of late. What played out across his dreamscape in haunting, excruciating detail during the overflowing handful of days that he had been unawake. Rather, what had
returned. He had seen it all before, once, but it had burned across his mind in a nigh-indiscernible wave, then, and in a way, burned more than him. This was not something he was going to let tamper with his evening, or anyone else's. There would be a time and a place if he could ever figure that out. If he ever needed to unfurl what he had seen. And if so, to whom.
Breathing out, he continued up the steps, fished his invite out from within his coat when he reached the entrance, and was granted entry. From there, he was relieved of his coat, and soon thereafter, entered the ballroom in a finely tailored three piece and bow tie, ambling along slower than he was used to being seen at; nonetheless, he offered a half of a smile and kind greetings where needed, and made his way towards finding something to douse his nerves. A glass of champagne soon made it into his hands, and he turned to look over who was already here - faces both familiar and not - and when his gaze landed on Briana and the man in her orbit, a nameless boyfriend since... well,
at least then? Viz raised his glass towards his hosts, backed by a full smile, then continued his perusal of the attendees, spotting some wallflowers amongst them.
But the sight of one of those on the fringes -
Corazona von Ascania
- caused his brows to lift in mild surprise. He didn't know the girl well by any stretch of the imagination, but had he seen her about the temple? Surely. And boy, did she stand out,
now. The only question was... why? Turning from where he'd rooted himself for the past several minutes, Vizion made his way over to the Lifeday-coloured Ukatian. Hopefully he wouldn't make her evening worse by doing so; society could be just as full of vipers on Naboo.
"I'm--" he held up both hands as he approached, the flute of champagne dangling from one of them,
"--not here to judge," and dropped his hands once the peace was offered,
"just... why?" he asked, indicating her getup with a tip of his chin. From what he gathered, she didn't seem to be given to these kinds of errors in judgement,
"Someone put you up to it?"
He'd been a padawan once, too. They were no less wild, then.
