Aya Clarke
Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
Dress
Aya couldn't help but swallow a little bit as she walked up to the doors of... Hhawa Kouiehh (which she wished she could really understand). After recent events, and a nearly fatal situation for herself, she'd needed the time off to relax somewhat, to let her adrenaline die down, to avoid getting her head chewed off. In short, a date. She was quite thankful then that [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] had shown something of an interest in her, though for what reason she couldn't particularly say. The two had fought together, once, as warriors, admittedly the more glamorous and enjoyable half of her existencee... and the human had only seen a few Zabrak, and met far fewer still.
Even so, she was hoping to enjoy a calmer night, or at least a less fatal night, with the red-skinned huntress... and had picked out one of her favorite dresses for the evening. It was far more free than most, the red fabric was flowing easily with her every movement. It was the closest she got to the more... scantily clad? Tight? Whatever... clothing most of the galaxy at large wore to dinner dates.
Perhaps it showed she cared, to try and bridge some of the cultural divide that no doubt existed. She had her hair resting comfortably at her shoulders, no lower, and in her gown she had been let in without issue. No weapons, after all... and to her surprise she was lead off to a private table. She thanked the staff that lead her there, and offered a curtsy to Zenva herself, mostly out of habit. She gave her a smile, and folded her hands in her lap, unsure if she should take a seat, or if Zenva wanted to greet her with.. oh how did off worlders, or at least non-Aelozians, greet people for dates?
"Thank you for inviting me to dinner..." She spoke softly, to break the silence. Without her helmet, the almost twi'lek accent was more obvious than usual. Though it was diminishing with each passing day.
Aya couldn't help but swallow a little bit as she walked up to the doors of... Hhawa Kouiehh (which she wished she could really understand). After recent events, and a nearly fatal situation for herself, she'd needed the time off to relax somewhat, to let her adrenaline die down, to avoid getting her head chewed off. In short, a date. She was quite thankful then that [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] had shown something of an interest in her, though for what reason she couldn't particularly say. The two had fought together, once, as warriors, admittedly the more glamorous and enjoyable half of her existencee... and the human had only seen a few Zabrak, and met far fewer still.
Even so, she was hoping to enjoy a calmer night, or at least a less fatal night, with the red-skinned huntress... and had picked out one of her favorite dresses for the evening. It was far more free than most, the red fabric was flowing easily with her every movement. It was the closest she got to the more... scantily clad? Tight? Whatever... clothing most of the galaxy at large wore to dinner dates.
Perhaps it showed she cared, to try and bridge some of the cultural divide that no doubt existed. She had her hair resting comfortably at her shoulders, no lower, and in her gown she had been let in without issue. No weapons, after all... and to her surprise she was lead off to a private table. She thanked the staff that lead her there, and offered a curtsy to Zenva herself, mostly out of habit. She gave her a smile, and folded her hands in her lap, unsure if she should take a seat, or if Zenva wanted to greet her with.. oh how did off worlders, or at least non-Aelozians, greet people for dates?
"Thank you for inviting me to dinner..." She spoke softly, to break the silence. Without her helmet, the almost twi'lek accent was more obvious than usual. Though it was diminishing with each passing day.