Disability Claim

[Varindar Asyt]

It didn't take that long for the terracing work to be completed, and she had a set of notes payable for both the furniture and the terracing, for a total of 100,000 credits, whereby 80 additional seats were added to the restaurant, for a total of 132. So, by all means, it wouldn't take that long to repay both items provided the demand at the restaurant actually matches the new supply level. While some hoteliers she knew would rather jack up prices for last-minute reservations to take advantage of unsuspecting travelers, such as the Ta'jar Blood Gang, she'd rather not change the prices, up or down, when they are one room shy of being sold out for tomorrow night. Of course, the priority would be granted to someone that served in the last two engagements of the Order; that was part of the contract with the Order. She began typing a promotional letter to one of those who may need most a stay in the hotel, but at the same time fulfilling a need before she can submit the paperwork for the construction permits that will allow her to get the third floor built: the local authorities may wish to know what measures are in place to help handicapped guests move about the hotel.

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ATTN: [member="Glade"]

We still have one vacancy at the Crown Nebula hotel for tomorrow night, as a special for Silver Jedi personnel, you may wish to take advantage of this last-minute booking for the last room we have left on ground floor. Please confirm your booking via the on-line booking system using the promo code SJVET, and your stay shall be billed to the Order.

Varindar Asyt
General Manager, Crown Nebula Hotel

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[Glade]

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ATTN: [member="Varindar Asyt"]
Thanks.
I’ll be there.

Thanks.
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Short and sweet. Extra thank yous all she wanted to write. So she booked, waited for a reply, and when it came, set off for a new adventure.

*Assumed Time Skip*

Not great at parking speeders, she jerked her transport around till she found a spot that wasn't taking up two spots at their hotel. Then pulled out, then pulled back in, then out, then back in. grrr. Bulky and awkward to handle but roomy. Her modified speeder door came down, allowing her plenty of room to disembark. Glade wore grey draping clothes which hung down around her. Black hair bedraggled, as usual curly and partially covering her face. A face which was drawn and pale, undernourished and generally in a bad way. She was clean, personal hygiene important but that was about it. At least when she was outside of a wasp, inside a wasp she was her dancing self, flying off metaphorical walls and crashing through sound barriers.

Here in her hoverchair she was silent as you could be. Light wind seemed to blowing of it own accord around her, spilling out from never used technique and talent. Other than the rustle of dust, the only sound evident as her pale face glided toward Varindar’s hotel, was a hum of her brown hoverchair. Not sure what to expect or who to talk to, or even what Varindar’s hotel really looked like until she got there, she had come on a whim. A bit like her past life. Whimsically flying into one adventure or another. The crown nebular looked peaceful, we she didn’t mind at all. Pretty too, she kind'a liked it but her face didn't outwardly look up for more than a heartbeat, gliding forward under her blanket of perpetual gloom.

What was it like inside she wondered? Wood, Marble, Metal, Stone? Her mind raced, and then she felt peaceful again. Then her mind raced…

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Because Glade was on a hoverchair, she was to push the disability button to get the front door to open for her and, from there, to the front desk. Now that [member="Glade"] was in front of the front desk, she had to check against the manifest, standing ready to hand Glade the key to the White Cooler if Glade was, in fact, coming. And also stand ready to flicker the switch from Vacancy to No Vacancy. That she had to do regularly these days. Especially when the business is picking up, when the restaurant is now enlarged, the next step will likely involve additional rooms. But she knew the process to actually get those extra new rooms built is actually not straightforward at all, and there are several steps: financing, statement of scope, permits, selection of a contractor being those that are under her control, knowing that, once the actual construction begins, the level of control she has over the work is not as large anymore, and it's mostly for escalated issues, or payment schedules. But Glade may not have any idea as to how to go around doing that, nor does she have any stake in the hotel.

"Welcome to the Crown Nebula Hotel. What can I do for you today?"

 

[Glade]

Glade didn’t have stakes in much of anything. She had a pile of memory items that she’d begun to salvage after leaving her old home, all cluttered up in several closets on Kashyyyk. Odd bits here and there that she’d read from time to time of past moments or scenes that people had experienced. Her entire world was hit by an asteroid years ago which was kinda. Horrible. Especially as she’d been there with it coming down, not wanting to leave. But the memories before that were lovely, and so any small item she could salvage from that time was bundled up again and paid handsomely for, leaving her little money for anything else.

Memories. Lost in her memories as usual. “Erm. I think I’ve got’ta Room.” Or something. Glade said quietly somewhere beneath her mane of hair. Her chair humming almost as loud as her voice, attempting to speak over the top of it. "Thanks."

Depressed as usual. When you were depressed for years and years, it became normal. She’d get these small flurries of relief and then sink back into a powerless gloom. Right now she was feeling the tiniest bit of engagement with life. Varindar to be precise. Not knowing she’d flown beside her some short while ago. New place though. New colors. Sounds. Memories and light. Her head did a quick circle of the structure eyes seek, and hand reaching for anything on Varindar’s desk to better connect with where she was. Memories. Memories. Memories. Always wanting another to keep. Bits others discarded or didn't hang on to, she kept.

"I know your voice." Glade whispered, but it was such a whisper that Varindar might struggle to hear her.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"Your stay will be billed to the Order. However, don't go around thinking that it is gives you carte blanche to abuse the facilities. Yes, you have a reservation"

While [member="Glade"] could readily recognize Varindar's voice, Varindar, on the other hand, would not readily recognize Glade's voice given that she could simply not recognize every single tone of voice of the guests, especially not when there are a lot of guests coming in. She then entered Glade's name in the room tracking system for the Whte Cooler after verifying that Glade's identification is in order, so that the system would not register a no-show. In a sense she was grateful for the room tracking system: it allowed her to determine the number of no-shows, from there, provide refunds to those guests accordingly, and also the number of guests that come in for any given night, the number that cancel, and determining occupancy trends. Sure, the cancellation rates (on a room-night basis) have gone down from the Ta'jar days, but the no-show rate has decreased simply because the no-show numbers, on an absolute basis, are mostly unchanged, but there are a lot more guests to spread the no-shows over. Good faith perhaps, but some people seem to take advantage of the flexible cancellation policy.

"Your room will be the White Cooler" she told Glade while handing her the keys to the White Cooler on ground floor.

 

[Glade]

Not exactly party girl anymore, but what little credits she did have, she didn’t often use. Hovering over a small credi-chit and letting it rest on the desk. “Tab?” she asked, slightest wrinkle of her nose. Should pay for anything extra, seemingly blase about how much was charged to it, like she'd once owned a lot or had just lost track of her accounts. Both were true. Even if Nato felt like she wouldn’t be doing extras any time soon here, it was better to pay just in case, worrying about her bills. Perhaps the door had been open? The breeze coming through here had died down at last.

Fiddling with a small discarded piece of scrap on the front desk. Glade found it extremely interesting, reading deeply into the discarded metal, something nobody wanted anymore. “Can I keep?” Either way the Kiffar woman pressed a button on her chair and hovered off at a low hum toward her suite.

White Cooler. She hoped she wasn’t freezing. Nope! She was almost reminded of old luxuries here. There was room to move which was nice, someone had planned ahead shifting the beds around, so she just had one bed with extra room for her chair. A big bed too. White walls, polished stone floors, all kept cleaned and organized. She popped her chair toward her window and sat facing the outside world, clapping for her lights to dim. The heater behind her was on, and the view was nice.

That was it. Pretty much all night sitting there and not moving, rocking slowly back and forth in her chair. Rotating little pieces of discarded items she’d collected, or common items the hotel had within her room. Gentle breeze through her window kept her company, as it always did, manipulating what was air there and playing with the result. Glade didn’t sleep much, only getting out her chair to wash the next morning, which was something she had got used to. A familiar routine of dozing off in her chair and the waking up. The Jacuzzi made washing easier, and the bubbles felt soothing, she drifted off in the water and found some rest.

She wasn’t often hungry, so didn’t eat when she woke.

Afternoon

The sound of a hoverchair could be heard moving out into the hotel gardens. Not sure what to expect or what they looked like, she’d brought along a few discarded things she’d collected, one of the bin, one off a shelf and one that someone had handed her. She wasn't in grays today, she was in a pale green color, still wear a long dress that went right over her hoverchair and down the sides. Nato had taken a little while to comb her hair and braid it. The long neglect of her hair was still apparent and wouldn't be fixed overnight, but it spoke well of her mood at visiting here and breaking her usual routine.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Once that [member="Glade"] got settled in her room, Varindar took advantage of the fact the guests have all checked in to repeat the same telekinesis drill she performed away from the guests, knowing that she still needed some practice in that power to actually move on to the other powers she wanted to learn. But now that Glade was in the garden, it was time for her to enter the hotel's strip gardens, where she could see the guest on a hoverchair meditating, but at the same time, Varindar could sense the guest was trying to make up for some hair neglect, and she approached the guest slowly, closing in on the girl whose Force-skill seemed to outstrip hers - so long as one wasn't talking about Art of Movement or perhaps Breath Control. Then again, perhaps there is stuff in her Jedi learning that Glade could help with. So, while she tried to weave her way through the other guests in the central garden, Varindar finally got the courage to ask what she wanted out of Glade while she was face-to-face with her, near one of the flower boxes next to the garden's hoverchair ramp.

"Hi Glade. Is there anything Force-related you can teach me?"

 

[Glade]

Jolted out of her almost slumber-like chair state. “erm dunno, are you a Jedi?” The Kiffar girl formed a quizzical look, her mind a-wandering to earlier on and rat-a-tat’ing her fingers across her chair controls, which ended up sliding her accidentally right then left. Nobody saw that? Well nobody else. Right? Yep. Good.

“Yep. Well. We could.” She’d never taught anyone much, once on a roof maybe. At least anyone that wasn’t shouting hey get back here! Or somethin’ like that. She’d taught plenty to run after her, meh lazy Sith. What was she saying, oh yep. She perked up, something new to do. Wow.

“I mean wha'dda you want to know?” Concentrating harder, the very gentle breeze that existed in their garden would waft through and cause a leaf to rustle. Then it ebbed away, adding to what was already there. There wasn’t what you’d call a Jedi’s sense of peace or clarity from Natoline, things that were in her aura or vicinity took on some energy, motion, movement or color. Completely contrasting herself at present.

~Can you do this.~ Glade’s mindspeak was clear as crystal however, vibrant and also energetic usually. It might be like Varindar was watching a familiar holovid full with interesting tones, engaging sensations and colorful designs. ~Kinda easy but kinda hard. Hmmm, try thinking somethin' you want me ta see.~ Because life was pictures, sounds, words, people and moving parts to Glade. Not static words or single phrases, but tangible memories which she was a part of. In this sort of technique, there was no one better to teach Varindar to any depth or breadth she wanted to go to.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"I am just a padawan"

It goes without saying, but Varindar could infer [member="Glade"] already had a feel for Varindar's brain in the Force. And also for her mental activity. Plus Varindar had the impression that the hoverchair-bound Kiffar would think that... using telepathy for communication would be easy for the Dathomirian swimmer to learn. That Varindar's brain was fast, very fast. So today's instructor wanted to see a memory from a key moment in my life? Better show her one of the happy moments, she thought, while a specific scene was flashing in both ladies' minds, thanks to Varindar projecting the Force-equivalent to a tightbeam transmission: the scene of the Ta'jar Blood Gang being arrested, having the hotel seized from them and all the hotel's staff was freed from slavery, from the gang's hands. And she wanted to play the whole scene, up to the point she was handed the general manager position at the Crown Nebula Hotel because the staff thought no one else would be able to handle it from within at the time. Yet, she realized that she will, more often than not, use mindspeak for transmitting a sentence or two at a time, and only occasionally will she transmit entire scenes that way, with words taking up far less mental bandwidth than scenes.

 

[Glade]

Key moments! Yep. A chilling image. All this made Glade’s nose tense up, and her lips press tightly. She didn’t get everything from Varindar on her first few seconds of playback. Things came in at different times to Natoline, out of synch, but most of it was pretty clear. This would be fun.

~Let’s pretend were like, somewhere really really busy.~ The noise inside Varindar’s mind might appear as if they were both at a Baka Rock concert, something Gamorreans appreciated but not many other species found time for. The noise, the lights, the atmosphere was all there vividly to tune into, and inside this scene was Glade leaning up a bar with her long dead Jedi friend Fyor Nayus, quietly puffing on his cigarra. Both dressed to impress but only Glade talking to Varindar.

The lightshow was spectacular, the intricate imagination of Natoline who sat long days in that chair and did nothing else but picture these scenarios was on show. Even the patrons at the tables were chatting about something or other to themselves. All of this was to help Varindar train to do her technique, her way, in a busy environment. Glade wished she could almost smell Fyor's Cigarra, but had forgotten the scent.

All this Natoline mindspoke to Varindar. Not as clearly obviously, because listening more closely was kind of the point through all this ruckus. ~What do you feel like working at your hotel? Can you show me?~ Feeling along with thought, another layer to consider. The bar that Varindar was supposedly receiving this from, felt lively and energetic, but heavier and sorrowful too, because it never changed. The scene just stayed repeating, giving Varindar emotions, thought, noise and the crowded room in her mind to balance her technique against. ~Does it ever get really, really cold or hot in the hotel. Feel it.~ Because why stop at words, when you could pass sensations. Harder to do, but fun to play with. It required a more full bodied approach to 'mind speak', if anyone saw glade through the force right now, they'd see her aura awash with color and emotion.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

A more noisy scene, to be sure. She's using the Force-equivalent of what dogfighters call EWAR; could be useful for defending myself against mental intrusions, she thought, while her brain was heating up trying to clear up the noise induced by the vision of a Baka Rock concert held in a nightclub. And learning how to use mental jamming as well. But passing sensations? That, in Varindar's mind, led into a number of Force-powers meant to enhance other people's performance, such as Force-valor, Mind Meld and Battle Meditation; [member="Glade"] was asking what it feels like to be working as the hotel's general manager. I'll be honest here: my mood at work depends mostly on guest-related factors. As for cold or hot, barring a HVAC failure, I don't feel either indoors, but it can get hot outdoors, she thought, and Glade would then see that Varindar's saddest moments in the hotel are when guests complain about problems with the rooms or with other amenities of the hotel, when no-shows occur, or when she realizes there are guests she cannot accommodate thanks to a lack of vacancies. Conversely, the happiest moments are when guests are happy with their experience.

 

[Glade]

Her mental rock scene dimmed to a black/blue room with just her standing there. Blue plants were around her, but they were well cared for and all full of life. Sadness she’d felt some sadness, empathizing quite easily with Varindar’s emotion. ~Taking care of everything is so important.~ She smiled, she’d known someone like that once, teary eyes came but not for long till she composed herself. ~You do a really good job here, things feel soooo peaceful, ordered~ She wanted to reassure those memories but how that came off was anyone’s guess. ~We just get stuck sometimes. No matter what we do.~ Sadness in her mind was passed but it was recognized and shared. Happiness was harder for her to do right now, so that wasn't touched on.

It was true Natoline’s technique was partially mind twist as well as mindspeak, the two for her had common ground she tended to bleed between. For Glade the mind wasn’t as restrictive and certainly not ordered as perhaps Varindar’s was, chaotic was an apt description. Her techniques did have an edge perhaps that most Jedi would have left well alone, because she’d drifted far from being a pure Jedi.

As they talked naturally, she could hear Varindar more clearly in her mind. That was kinda the point, just for it to come bit by bit naturally, for Varindar to take whatever part of these techniques she wanted. Natoline’s mind became a maze, of her running this way or that, a large white jigsaw that could be fitted together, then would turned inside out, becoming endless grey tunnels moving inside one another to get to the surface of her mind. ~Can you find me?”~ That was something nobody had been able to do yet, protecting her mind as chaotically as she lived. But finding her memories was not the point, always another conjured puzzle in the way, instead the exercise was.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

After relizing that Glade was satisfied with the hotel's cleanliness and orderliness, and perhaps got a feel for the innkeeper's personality, Varindar started to play hide-and-seek in [member="Glade"]'s mind, as she started to try catching her mind in that maze, which gave the impression that Glade's mind was highly cluttered. That's harder than I thought; maybe I should move on to a new skill and practice mindspeak and its intricaties at a later point, with other people; variety is probably a good component to have, she thought, as she expended some mental energy trying to follow the Force-trail associated with her mind. But those mazes became much more narrow and tortuous the more she tried, realizing that perhaps she could defend herself against mental intrusions if she knew how to build such mental mazes. Useful in certain circumstances. But she knew why she would be using psychometry around the hotel: determine who committed infractions to the code of conduct, determine which guest(s) used a specific piece of equipment, with the understanding that Force-histories are not erased unlike regular dirt.

"Maybe psychometry could be useful if you know it"

 

[Glade]

Hmm Psychometry. ~Tricky but sure.~ Easy for Natoline, and she was up for a bit of fun fiddling with the memory strands. One of the many items of clutter that you could currently find on her person, was a cup. Fun was a relative term for the Kiffar lady. She was looking suitably depressed again, but carried on with her more perky mindspeak, preferring it to talking these days.

~Come sit a lil closer~ She waved her hands towards her chair, ~press your hands to the cup, and... and look what’s there. Erm...~ yeah was kinda the best way, ~Erm yep, let me know whatcha see.~ Ceramic. White. Old. A Chip in the corner. Worn on the bottom. Marks from the liquid inside. These were the obvious things, obvious events, someone’s hand gripping the handle, not Natoline’s. The man drunk his hot pot of caffa-jam every morning. The liquid burning the cup black with hints of mint. He had long black hair and a fuzzy beard often enough. Full of life and highly intelligent, an utter rogue. All of these cloudy images might come in stages. Starting by the obvious clues on the cup.

The burn mark might lead Varindar there, the chip where it had been dropped just before [member="Fyor Nayus"] lost a particularly memorable sabacc game. These were obvious strands that led back into memories and through the cup. How Varindar interpreted that was completely up to her mind, the force perhaps guiding whatever image or method worked for her. For Glade they ran like a nervous system through the force to connect to points in the cup, when one was sparked that representation came to her ~Can you follow these little marks, can you follow what made them. Kinda let them come, no need’ta chase, just watch and allow.~

Deep in the cup, every single hand that had touched it was there, as they'd all imprinted it slightly. That might take practice to see. What was more obvious, was a heart carved into the ceramic, where Fyor had given her his favourite mug to look after. Because they’d been in love, and that image of a shared moment might come, because it was strong and bold, and bright. Emotions could come too, but again that might take practice. ~Whatever happens, is okay.~

All depended how far her student went, and how much she allowed, or felt comfortable with. Glade's heart was worn on her sleeve, like always.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

All right, I'll go touch the cup, she thought, while using telekinesis with care not to alter the Force-memories contained inside [member="Glade"]'s cup, nor to break it. Intellectually stimulating perhaps, but how important was intellectual stimulation to her? To Glade? Once the cup was in her hands, she could feel her brain heating up some more while she started reading the history of the cup in the Force: a mint-flavored nearly-black caffa-jam. And then, the drinker: a male Jedi that regularly drank caf in the morning. While she read for more details about the man that the cup could give, she could tell that the man was intellectually close to the one they call Jessica back at Silver Rest while being an avid gambler and having somehow fallen in love with Glade, erm, Natoline. And the chip on the cup was formed after that Jedi, Fyor, lost an important sabacc game. But, once that first pass was done, she realized that the power was useful for policing, and yet, there were questions raised in her mind as she continued reading the Force-history of the cup: why is it that one needed to touch an item to read an object's past? Were there any counter-indications to using psychometry?

 

[Glade]

~Minty sooo sweet mint,~ She could remember the smell and taste vividly, spending many a day there in her mind.

Letting go of that hovering cup was a toughie. Glade screwed her face up as she often did when she felt in knots. Blerg. Her lips pressed tight still, and for a time the breeze picked up around them, emotion spilling out of her, like Fyor might have spilled his caffa-jam. She ended up wiping her oversized dress down for no real reason, wanting to be tidy, and clenching it in her now cup-less hand

Counter-Indications, Glade was puzzled at first, then she hmm’d to herself. Yep. ~Can totally get lost in there, ~ bobbing her head, ~Further you go. Best to just be there for a little while, concentrate on what you want’a see, wait, follow a little way, then skedaddle. Chasing and pushin’ memories, then memories of the memories and ooooon, fun. But yep scary.~ Scary, Nato-explanation for losing sense of time, reality, space, location, if you followed one memory into another for too long. Balance was not something she could teach Varindar, because she lacked it herself. A reason she was in her chair. Yet even the party girl inside of her, all lights and noise and song, could tell Varindar to not dance too far into those noisy memories one after the other without a break.

Each day perhaps Glade went a bit further, escaping her reality. But here teaching she was present. ~When you run your finger over the chip, do you see how that groove kinda, is in the force too? There’s that cup, and then the chip and then the groove, lil tell-tale signs. Are there, all in the cup.~ But that would take concentration, the triggers and imprints, no matter how small were present in the body of the entire cup, and thus in the force, and thus in Varindar if she went there to find them. Trick was going there, tactile contact being the trigger. Having a destination in mind, allowing it to come, then coming back out. Glade was letting her get to that point at her own pace. Kind of her way, but more haphazard than Jedi training at the temple no doubt!

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

I can clearly feel that those scorch marks are made by someone you loved, such as the chip made in a crucial game of sabacc to him. Fyor loved to gamble over a cup of mint caffa-jam. He often seemed to hold on to the contents to the point where scorch marks would be left because he left the cup unattended for too long, distracted as he is by engineering projects, Varindar thought, while gently touching the chip, and, from there, the scorch marks. And she was now feeling the joys and pains of [member="Glade"]'s relationship to Fyor, to the extent these emotions were carried through the imperfections in the cup. One step at a time. Psychometry is a lot for me to take in, she thought, after yawning due to her Force-batteries running low. But it was possible the new layer of psychometric experience in that cup would involve Varindar's tenure as the general manager of the Crown Nebula. While, these days, Jedi ran companies as was the case in the post-Endor era onward, defense and security equipment was apparently a favorite of Force-users in business, so while entertainment was not entirely unheard of, hospitality was uncommon at best.

 

[Glade]

Her student had seen the benefits, and although Glade didn’t know it, tracking down thieves in the hotel with practice would be an applicable and safe use of the skill. Glade didn’t pick up on Varindar feeling tired straight away, lost in her own little memory bubble as Varindar spoke the scene again, which perhaps inadvertently highlighted the risks as well. She mmmm, blinked and sniffed sharply coming back to her student’s closing words. ~Yep, sure we can take a little break.~

The Kiffar girl positively beaming for just the smallest amount of time, till she returned to the here and now, a twisting expression of reality setting in. ~Do you have a kid.~ Out of the blue a question Varindar probably wasn’t expecting, maybe she had kids in the hotel, or back at home. Glade had three. Triplets. Two with her old-new family, one with her. With her, not so much, her child had been raised in the wild, and was still there with the tribal elders.

~I’d like to bring my girl closer to home, but I don’t know where she can stay.~ Rare moment of seriousness in the here and now, parenthood bringing that out of her. Kashyyyk getting raided had put her off that idea, her girl was only a small child still, and Nato wanted to keep her from harms way. Living out in the wild’s on the rim wasn’t what she wanted for her girl. Not exactly a plan, but maybe it was a start just to keep them moving.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

I don't have kids at the hotel. Well, I don't have kids at all, but I'm still young. As for your kid, since Silver Rest has an orphanage, maybe she could stay there, she thought, while the topic of a Jedi's family is often a taboo subject between Jedi. But she may be led to think [member="Glade"] knew her better than she hoped anyone to know her after a first encounter. And also gaining in confidence that she could use psychometry to help catch thieves, and yet she was also displaying the hazards of trying the stuff too often in a short span of time. You probably have a good feel for my brain, for how I think by now... a Jedi's intellect is important and can change how it acts. To the extent my brain is an open book to you, you have to be mindful of what you can do with it without entering the realm of Drain Knowledge or other dark-sided stuff. I just want to make sure you know my limits, she thought, realizing that perhaps she was a brain and she didn't realize it. Just different from the other geniuses she could potentially have met in a variety of contexts, on Dathomir, in the hotel or among the Jedi.

 

[Glade]

Glade felt the contact of her chair and was more centered in her present moment, a memory of now. ~The Silver Rest? That sounds peaceful~ she decided, ~where is it?~ Her quizzical mind speak added gingerly. Some nervous excitement evident at finding somewhere she could be with her child while being with back with the silvers.

~Yep, yep, I know a little bit about you. I kinda like you. You remind me of someone I knew, sorta.~ Different people but Varindar felt safe, felt organized, like everything was in its place. A contrast to the Kiffar, which felt nice to be around. ~Don’t worry. We'll be really safe, all Jedi-like.~ Jedi-Like was that a word? She’d decided it was now. ~I don’t like going dark, never ends in a happy place.~ Her mindspeak was quieter here but honest, and that feeling of openness was also a quality sometimes for others, nothing was hidden or left to guesswork about Natoline. Apart from sometimes what exactly she meant.

~Resting... I mean, do you have techniques to rest and rejuvenate?~ She could do with a rest herself, her mind was fuzzy, which usually meant a snooze or hover in the garden. She wondered if Varindar knew a place, or knew how to rest or recover using some fancy force technique.

[member="Varindar Asyt"]​