Scar-Faced Hag
Cora's eyes flared wide, her expression teetering between surprise and dismay. The Jedi often faced as much criticism as they did praise, but this was…new.
"Sad? Tragic? You pity them?" She repeated his words with disbelief, letting them linger in the air as the pair descended down the gently winding slope. Never had someone told her they'd pitied the Jedi.
Her foot caught on a rocky outcrop, causing the young noblewoman to let out an unrefined squeak as she stumbled. Pale cheeks flaring, she managed to right herself and send Wake a preemptive glare at the same time.
"Corazona von Ascania." She corrected with a haughty air. Although she normally went by the shortened version of her given name, Cora felt compelled to grasp for any shred of dignity that remained. Never mind the fact that her married name was von Cholmendely. Corazona von Cholmendely was simply too long. "You aim to save me from myself? Tell me, Wake; what exactly is it that I am doing that I need to be saved from?"
Arms tucked defensively against her torso, the Princess scoffed. Still, she did tilt her attention towards the blooms when he mentioned them. He was right. They were pretty. Undisturbed and serene and wild all at the same time. She was almost surprised that he could appreciate them.
What surprised her even more was the lingering joy she felt drift into the space around her as she followed. It was genuine. Cora couldn't help but slowly inhale the feeling, as if she were trying to suffuse it into her mind. Then Ukatis spoke, and she listened.
He seems…honest? That, or he's particularly good at subterfuge. As much as I've dealt with that type of thing at court, I'm in no state to detect such things as they exist in the Force.
As much as Cora disliked the notion of probing someone's mind, she stretched out her limited senses towards Wake. It wouldn't exactly be a clumsy attempt, but it would be obvious to the Sith that she was trying to get a more intimate read on him.
Darth Nwul
"Sad? Tragic? You pity them?" She repeated his words with disbelief, letting them linger in the air as the pair descended down the gently winding slope. Never had someone told her they'd pitied the Jedi.
Her foot caught on a rocky outcrop, causing the young noblewoman to let out an unrefined squeak as she stumbled. Pale cheeks flaring, she managed to right herself and send Wake a preemptive glare at the same time.
"Corazona von Ascania." She corrected with a haughty air. Although she normally went by the shortened version of her given name, Cora felt compelled to grasp for any shred of dignity that remained. Never mind the fact that her married name was von Cholmendely. Corazona von Cholmendely was simply too long. "You aim to save me from myself? Tell me, Wake; what exactly is it that I am doing that I need to be saved from?"
Arms tucked defensively against her torso, the Princess scoffed. Still, she did tilt her attention towards the blooms when he mentioned them. He was right. They were pretty. Undisturbed and serene and wild all at the same time. She was almost surprised that he could appreciate them.
What surprised her even more was the lingering joy she felt drift into the space around her as she followed. It was genuine. Cora couldn't help but slowly inhale the feeling, as if she were trying to suffuse it into her mind. Then Ukatis spoke, and she listened.
He seems…honest? That, or he's particularly good at subterfuge. As much as I've dealt with that type of thing at court, I'm in no state to detect such things as they exist in the Force.
As much as Cora disliked the notion of probing someone's mind, she stretched out her limited senses towards Wake. It wouldn't exactly be a clumsy attempt, but it would be obvious to the Sith that she was trying to get a more intimate read on him.
Darth Nwul