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Ducha Alarah Kel stepped off of her shuttle lightly, flanked by four business suited security personnel. She wore a flattering red bodycon dress and matching suede boots and a fine red coat lined with white fur. Her idea of winter fashion was indeed stylish, if a bit showy for the occasion. Her dainty hands were sheathed in silk gloves and her lips were coloured a dark red. minimal black eyeliner completed her sparse use of make-up, for Hapan beauty made it unnecessary at her relatively young age. Her blonde hair was mostly covered by her coat's hood, but an observant onlooker would notice she had her hair done nicely in a stylish up-do. Perhaps the only thing out of place on her person was the presence of her rapier neatly attached to her coat's waist sash loops.
On the landing pad she'd stop a moment and raised her ocean-blue eyes to the sky, seeing the millions of airspeeders and the occasional ship swarming through the air above like Gallinorean firedrakes during mating season. Was she not supposed to meet someone here? Where was her welcome?
Alarah's gaze shifted first to the spire that was the Jedi Temple, which held her interest for a time until her gaze moved onward toward the Senate building, where she was meant to go. A zephyr of cold air blew past her, causing her hood to shift a bit on her head. "Hmph... No one to meet us...." she grumbled to no one in particular.
Ducha Alarah Kel stepped off of her shuttle lightly, flanked by four business suited security personnel. She wore a flattering red bodycon dress and matching suede boots and a fine red coat lined with white fur. Her idea of winter fashion was indeed stylish, if a bit showy for the occasion. Her dainty hands were sheathed in silk gloves and her lips were coloured a dark red. minimal black eyeliner completed her sparse use of make-up, for Hapan beauty made it unnecessary at her relatively young age. Her blonde hair was mostly covered by her coat's hood, but an observant onlooker would notice she had her hair done nicely in a stylish up-do. Perhaps the only thing out of place on her person was the presence of her rapier neatly attached to her coat's waist sash loops.
On the landing pad she'd stop a moment and raised her ocean-blue eyes to the sky, seeing the millions of airspeeders and the occasional ship swarming through the air above like Gallinorean firedrakes during mating season. Was she not supposed to meet someone here? Where was her welcome?
Alarah's gaze shifted first to the spire that was the Jedi Temple, which held her interest for a time until her gaze moved onward toward the Senate building, where she was meant to go. A zephyr of cold air blew past her, causing her hood to shift a bit on her head. "Hmph... No one to meet us...." she grumbled to no one in particular.