Objective 1: ROCKIN'
Location: Senate Square, Coruscant
Intrigue.
Yes, Dominique found herself staring across a distance at a feminine figure with a youth dashing all about with those of an age.
Valery Noble
, the quinessential Jedi mediator and enforcer herself. The one that had sought to plumb Denon's "troubles" and found some for herself. What the woman had made of her little 'adventure' amongst the terrorists, though... Oh, yes, that could still entice Vexx to become quite cross after the time that had passed. To think Darkwire had largely snubbed her invitation to escape, relieve themselves of Valery, and continue with being the boogeyman. Well, that hardly matter
now. Perhaps tomorrow.
Still, Dominique was tempted to try and get closer to the woman, if the opportunity presented itself. How to do so organically...?
Then a voice cut through the murmur of the crowd. One near. Dominique's golden gaze fell to
Alora Davani as the woman offered a compliment. And a question that served for two. A small smile touched the Senator's lips.
"Snow, yes. Melting snow. Frozen snow. No." A position Alora didn't seem to share with the flakes clinging to her blonde locks. Perhaps when enough chilled moisture began to leech the heat out of her head, the other woman would come to understand.
Dominique extended a hand to take that of Alora's.
"Dominique Vexx." Normally she might have dropped her title as well, but that might shut someone down. Someone that wasn't already perfectly aware of who she was, anyway. Dominique did want to learn what held their interest.
"Enjoying the evening? Lights, chocolate, people... were there were so often a reason to gather in celebration." A pleasant platitude, of course. If such a thing were common place then there'd be nothing special to bring out such enthusiastic cheer.
