Valery Noble
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Kahlil Noble
"Well…" Colette shrugged. "Everyone thinks their own home is the best, y'know?"
She shrugged and looked out at the rest of the landscape, the one that was just beyond the smithy and thought about Ophus for a moment. It had been the people that had treated her less less than bantha's spilling. The planet itself in all its near-eternal splendor was still one of the most beautiful places she knew.
"These women though." Colette said. "They are, uh…" Beautiful? Pretty to look at? "Very similar to y- our mother."
And the second that the realization dawned on her that she called her technical mother figure attractive she felt a… A really unfamiliar feeling of disgust that burned in her throat and stomach. As if she had just admitted to something that was wrong, yet not really.
"As- as in, y'know, strong women who can look after themselves."