Amilthi Camlenn
Meditation Junkie
Amilthi felt very clearly at fault. She had been busy with developing herself and had completely failed to be there for Romi in any capacity. Perhaps it had been necessary, but it still seemed like a systematic failing. Not that the two of them had ever been close friends, but they had been familiar enough with one another for Amilthi to feel that she had abandoned some sort of responsibility. It was thanks to her friend
Gianna Aegis
that she had recently come to a clear realisation of this and decided that she ought to do better.
And so she felt more than a little apprehension in anticipation of seeing Romi again after such a long time. She had found out that Romi was currently staying as a guest to the royal family of her home world Hapes. It was slightly disturbing that she had briefly thought of putting on a dress to visit the place, before she caught the thought and identified it as an influence from the time she had spent with the higher-ups of the Confederacy - in vain, it must be said, as her attempts to nudge them out of their habits in any way at all had borne no fruit whatsoever. Still, she recognised that it would be an unnecessary act of defiance, likely to make a number of people uncomfortable, to appear at the gates of the royal palace in her usual worn-out peasant's clothes and was instead wearing austere, if not elegant, black robes.
She didn't know what state she would find Romi in. All she could do was to be aware - of her own state, and of Romi's. Be aware and act appropriately, as best as she could.
"I would like to see Jedi Master Romi Jade", Amilthi informed the porter. For a moment she hesitated - of habit, she introduced herself merely by name, without any mention of her station, but she felt that under these circumstances, her presence demanded some sort of justification that would be provided by her title. "Tell her that Master Camlenn is asking for her."
The porter was a picture of restraint, he did not raise an eye-brow, nor did he show any other kind of reaction. He bade Amilthi to follow him and led her into a small waiting room with multiple doors, before disappearing through one of them. Amilthi sat down on the bench, which proved to be unusually and almost uncomfortably soft, and put her hand in her lap, her spine scrupulously upright at always, and yet she managed to sit in this manner without any appearance of tension. It was simply natural.
Romi Jade
Gianna Aegis
that she had recently come to a clear realisation of this and decided that she ought to do better.And so she felt more than a little apprehension in anticipation of seeing Romi again after such a long time. She had found out that Romi was currently staying as a guest to the royal family of her home world Hapes. It was slightly disturbing that she had briefly thought of putting on a dress to visit the place, before she caught the thought and identified it as an influence from the time she had spent with the higher-ups of the Confederacy - in vain, it must be said, as her attempts to nudge them out of their habits in any way at all had borne no fruit whatsoever. Still, she recognised that it would be an unnecessary act of defiance, likely to make a number of people uncomfortable, to appear at the gates of the royal palace in her usual worn-out peasant's clothes and was instead wearing austere, if not elegant, black robes.
She didn't know what state she would find Romi in. All she could do was to be aware - of her own state, and of Romi's. Be aware and act appropriately, as best as she could.
"I would like to see Jedi Master Romi Jade", Amilthi informed the porter. For a moment she hesitated - of habit, she introduced herself merely by name, without any mention of her station, but she felt that under these circumstances, her presence demanded some sort of justification that would be provided by her title. "Tell her that Master Camlenn is asking for her."
The porter was a picture of restraint, he did not raise an eye-brow, nor did he show any other kind of reaction. He bade Amilthi to follow him and led her into a small waiting room with multiple doors, before disappearing through one of them. Amilthi sat down on the bench, which proved to be unusually and almost uncomfortably soft, and put her hand in her lap, her spine scrupulously upright at always, and yet she managed to sit in this manner without any appearance of tension. It was simply natural.
Romi Jade
