Private Gal Pals

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Dearest Mesh'la,

I hope this is finding you in high spirits. I cannot apologize more for not getting in touch sooner. I'm sure you are aware that things on Naboo have found a way to keep all of us from doing anything but working.

Shiraya has smiled on me though! I will be in your part of the world, day after next, collecting something from the senate office. My day is surprisingly open after that. It is my sincerest hope that you and I could get together for a cup of Caf or even better a mimosa or two. I know a lovely place around there or perhaps you have a suggestion given how much time you spend near the palace.

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Yours in faith

Blaire Sal-Soren.

Blaire had always felt an unabashed awe at the elegance of the Royal Palace. If anything stood as a symbol of the prosperity and permanence of Naboo and her ideals it was this place.

Marble columns lined its high halls, where the footsteps of monarchs and conspirators alike had echoed through the ages. Walls of polished stone caught the flicker of sunlight as it passed through enormous painted glass windows that cast the light in pools of crimson and gold. It was a place where beauty masked the sharp edges of power, and every delicate courtesy might veil a dagger.

And it was where Blaire stood studying an ancient tapestry that was several millennia old while she was waiting for Mesh. Mesh is the famous Mandalorian Handmaiden, famed Beskar clad protector of the Queen. She's also one of Blaire's oldest friends having met during schooling and having bonded over both having handmaidens for mothers. For quite sometime Blaire imagined she too would be handmaiden. Her and Mesh together securing the future of Naboo. Blaire had become a ballerina and after losing her father during the first cataclysm left that life for another, so her childhood plans never did come to fruition.

She did miss Mesh but after so long would things still be as they were?

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[Mesh'la Skirata]

Dearest Blaire

I am well enough. My Clan seems to have found safe harbor in the Republic for now. No doubt you'll be hearing of an entire Mandalorian Clan Platoon being lead by the famous 'Mando Hando'. If I thought I was busy before trying to wrangle an entire platoon of Mandalorians in Naboo society has been a challenge in and of itself. My Uncle's are a constant worry. Oya keeps trying to go hunting with Gungans in the swamps. Udesiir is having fun with Theed University and Naboo Engineering. Kane is the most bored I think. Few opportunities of his interest in personal combat. I keep worrying he'll challenge the wrong condescending noble to a duel. As for my father Aranar, he and my mother seem to be reuniting their on and off again doomed romance of star crossed lovers. Half the time their fighting, the other half of the time they're doing the other thing.

I never realised how much I'd miss my own personal space and frankly not be surrounded by boys all the time. Seeing you would be a relief. Please let me know when you're available so we can coordinate.

Sincerely

Mesh'la Skirata

It would be good to see Blaire again. Particularly since her family was driving her crazy. This morning Oya had traded a blaster for a Gungan light shield. He and Kane had had fun shooting each other in her mothers courtyard. Udesiir had wanted to study the lightshields and compare them to Mandalorian vambrace gauntlet shields, do tests to see which was more effective under fire. Then her mother Lorena had made what was an affectionate comment of 'barbarians' which her father prickly to Naboo sentiments of disapproval had taken personally. Which had started a huge row between the pair of them. Which would most likely be patched up by tonight when the fight turned into an almost physical one that they nevertheless seemed to enjoy. Mesh'la swears they just fought so that they could… make up.

Mesh'la scowled and shook her head. She was sick of this child of divorce nonsense. They had never even married in the first place. She was a grown woman, what they did with their personal lives was none of her business. Still she couldn't shut the small childhood voice that wished her parents would either get along or get apart for good.

Mesh'la sighed at the thought regretting it instantly. It was unworthy of her to wish strife to the point of estrangement, and would be devastating to her family in the long run. Both of them. Still why couldn't they just realise they were terrible for each other. Each to stuck in the ways of their own culture to ever fully accept someone from another.

"Karabas" Mesh'la muttered.

Still it would be good to see Blaire get away from all that for awhile. As she thought it she thought she saw Blaire up ahead. Yes!

"Blaire!" Mesh'la called with a wide grin and a laugh waving enthusiastically in a very undignified manner for a Handmaiden. Mesh'la frowned at herself and tried to become more composed just as the sisters had taught her. Manners had never been her strongest subject.

Blaire Sal-Soren