Before stopping by the Lifeday tree to drop off her gift for the gift exchange (currently stowed away in a pocket dimension), Jyoti visited the refreshment table first, contributing a covered platter of her baked goods. Chocolate "dunked" peppermint cookies, as well as small honey cakes (melopita), made especially with [member="Eustachya"] in celebration of the coming Winter Solstice.
The Echani was all decked out for the occasion, not only sporting one of her friend's holiday sweaters, but also one of those cute beanies. Next year, she was eagerly awaiting the addition of a scarf to her growing collection of crochet swag.
Some of the younglings and Jedi around the table greeted the Grandmaster, and she took her time responding in kind, engaging in a bit of small with each one as she mixed herself a mug of hot cocoa with all the marshmallows.
As she felt a familiar aura at the foot of the tree, she looked over to see Allyson standing there.
Now this will be tricky.
She didn't want the Corellian to know she was the recipient of Jyoti's gift until after the fact, or else it would ruin the surprise.
There was no other choice but to wait.
@Allyson Locke
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The tree illuminated against the Corellian’s face as she took in the sight of it. She had never experienced something like this, at home the holidays she was usually being carted around by her parents off to see relatives. Even then, the trees weren’t this impressive. A small wave of sadness over the loss of her parents came and went as she stepped back from the tree. This time of year was something that always worked up those old repressed feelings of family. At least this year she wasn’t alone, around her was the family she chose.
Shaking out of the little funk, the woman stepped away from the tree and looked around. She wondered if she’d ever get used to that sensation of feeling the familiar aura of another through the Force. It was an odd sensation, but at least a welcomed one. Allyson waved slightly, hoping to catch the woman’s attention. Before she could start on her way over, a voice echoed behind her drawing her attention.
“Locke! I knew you’d show up ahah” The stout middle aged man came over carrying two glasses of eggnog in his hands. It seemed she had been expected. “Oh wow, please tell me this is made with Menkooro.” The man winked and nudged the Corellian, “Ya really think I’d give ya some without a bit o’ something to warm ya belly?” Allyson laughed and shook her head, “If it's with menkooro, where’s the-” Both said the last bit in unison, a saying among smugglers “Bruallki!” The pair laughed and Allyson carried on her conversation, with her attention on the man who repaired her fighters.
Posted this for Jyoti and I from a doc during the downtime of the site slowness.