Narissa Jondi
Character
Planet: Theed, Naboo
Location:: Go to the Opera at the Center for Cultural Arts, Sciences, and History
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Vyse de Valorous
] The Center for the Cultural Arts, Sciences and History on Naboo was exquisite. Built up over 400 years, it was a mix of regal, ancient gardens, classical structures and modern technology. While the bio-center, library and museums won the lion's share of both space and attention, it was still very much a cultural center.
And culture meant the arts, in any era.
So ucked away in a beautifully restored garden, complete with a pond featuring both swans and Koi, was a grand old opera hall. Cool stone, shaped into fluting arches and exquisite columns provided the same amazing, un-aided acoustics that had kept Opera relevant and riveting for tens of thousands of years, across thousands of worlds, and hundreds of races. Singers whose skill and voice required neither computer-generated aid nor artificial amplification were allowed to glory in their air. Pure notes and perfect diction soaring over an orchestra as exquisitely trained as any in the known galaxy. It was music, song, laughter and life, elegantly and beautifully displayed.
It wasn't that adoring music, craving beauty, or longing for an immersion in an older, simpler time was bad, exactly. Yet it still very much felt as if far too many of the Knight's Obsidian would find flaw with their rare, shared passion for Opera. Narissa had found herself being evasive with those concerned with her training, wrapping the delighted-in trip in layers of careful silences and measured omissions.
The soft autumn wind loosed violet wisteria blooms to drift down from the ancient, elegant tree and alight upon Narissa's shoulders, hair and along the shimming, spun-silk gown she wore. Leaning upon the silvery trunk of the tree, her free hand traced whorls and imperfections in the bark. At her neck gleamed the wolf's head pendant of her family, and the delicate clutch purse she carried held only her antique opera glasses (again, simple crystal lenses, nothing electronic) and a folded flyer, announcing today's offerings. Three Operas were being displayed, the Cultural Center itself offering plenty of diversions to eat up time if only one or even none of them appealed to the Lord who had agreed to sneak away to such a diversion.
It was a lot of trust, to place in both Naboo itself, and the young lord. Yet instinct prompted her firmly in this regard … and local ordinances frowned upon openly held weapons. So she waited, mercurial gaze sweeping the area, only to smile and straighten when at last her gaze found Lord Valorous. A meticulously correct courtesy greeted him, the precise inclination of her head acknowledging both his seniority with in the Knight's Obsidian and his gently-denied rank. If he offered his hand, she would clasp it warmly, a ghost of a smile appearing.
"Well met, my lord."