Ereza
Velaeri Mortaine
"Hello, I'm Amorella. I'm your Great Aunt,"
The moment those words left Amore's lips she winced. This... this was not at all how she imagined the introduction to her Great Nephew to go. She was standing tight-ankled in the entrance to a large courtyard chamber somewhere within this massive temple on Exocron. Where exactly this was in relation to anything else in the galaxy she knew was anyone's guess.
Her hands were sweaty so she stashed them at her back to stand as a Lady would stand, just like she'd been taught.
I hope I'm not overdressed.
She might've been. To any other magician within the Temple her fine Kuatian robes were likely rather presumptuous for such a small, personal meeting. To the gathering worshippers outside the Temple gates? They probably thought her a Priestess come to spread the word of lore. Everything was about perspective.
From her perspective she felt a bit foolish but decided not to let this show. Standing tall, regal and proper, she was everything one might come to expect of the daughter of Kuat's Queen. Soliael might not get that point ... well, yet anyway. He didn't even know who she was. Never met her. Never been told of her. Never seen a picture of her. What might tip him off, however, was the remarkable resemblance she bore to the woman he called 'Oma'. If the hell-fire red hair didn't immediately give her away, a familiarity of her Force Signature might just do the job. Amore's mother had told her these things in order to prepare her to meet this strange relative she'd never heard of before. Questions circled the young woman's mind just as she was certain they were circling his own as well.
Amore pressed her lips together as she waited, statuesque, for Soliael's response, wondering all along just what she had gotten herself into this time.
@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
The moment those words left Amore's lips she winced. This... this was not at all how she imagined the introduction to her Great Nephew to go. She was standing tight-ankled in the entrance to a large courtyard chamber somewhere within this massive temple on Exocron. Where exactly this was in relation to anything else in the galaxy she knew was anyone's guess.
Her hands were sweaty so she stashed them at her back to stand as a Lady would stand, just like she'd been taught.
I hope I'm not overdressed.
She might've been. To any other magician within the Temple her fine Kuatian robes were likely rather presumptuous for such a small, personal meeting. To the gathering worshippers outside the Temple gates? They probably thought her a Priestess come to spread the word of lore. Everything was about perspective.
From her perspective she felt a bit foolish but decided not to let this show. Standing tall, regal and proper, she was everything one might come to expect of the daughter of Kuat's Queen. Soliael might not get that point ... well, yet anyway. He didn't even know who she was. Never met her. Never been told of her. Never seen a picture of her. What might tip him off, however, was the remarkable resemblance she bore to the woman he called 'Oma'. If the hell-fire red hair didn't immediately give her away, a familiarity of her Force Signature might just do the job. Amore's mother had told her these things in order to prepare her to meet this strange relative she'd never heard of before. Questions circled the young woman's mind just as she was certain they were circling his own as well.
Amore pressed her lips together as she waited, statuesque, for Soliael's response, wondering all along just what she had gotten herself into this time.
@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]