It's Not Yet Day [Clans of Mandalore Dominion of Domhanda]

[Auburn Sioda]

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It had been two weeks since Auburn Sioda, Queen of the Anam, had first contacted the Clans of Mandalore. Now, the Mandalorians had been invited to the Na hEalaíona Samhraidh Festival to celebrate the summer months and the artisans of Domhanda. In the heart of the planet’s capital city, all through the streets would be booths of artisans selling their wares or teaching their craft. A stage had been prepared for the Éan Dóiteáin Troupe and their fire dancing, as well. Sconces of fire lit the streets, and would continue to do so all through the night's festivities.

As the Mando’ade would land, they would be greeted with food and drink, before being guided to the festivities. Those who chose to follow the Mand’alor, would be escorted by the Royal Guard to the Royal Palace.


OBJECTIVES

1. Festival: Wander the streets of Cathair an Chruthú, and admire the works of art displayed by some of the city's finest artisans. Here, you can find jewelry, pottery, clothing, and even smiths showing off their wares. If you're lucky, you may find one teaching their craft to others! Or, you may just stumble upon the Éan Dóiteáin Troupe: Domhanda's finest dancers, who combine their skill with pyromancy, and dance upon a burning stage.

2. Diplomacy: For those politically inclined, the Queen has invited you to join her at the royal palace, and discuss the conditions of Domhanda joining the Clans of Mandalore's protective sphere.

Spoiler

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Cynthia Solus"] [member="Beth Cadera"] [member="Cleru"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Sterling Kinslayer"] [member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Varian"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Noah Corek"] @Vyr Beviin [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Auburn Sioda]

Auburn stood in the meeting hall, fidgeting with her dress anxiously. The Mand'alor and any who wished to join her would be arriving shortly, and Auburn was mere seconds away from running out the room and hiding in a closet. True, [member="Darlyn Excron"] would be there, but these Mando'ade were warriors! Something few among the Anam were. Would they be tall? Would they be overloaded with weapons? Did she need to greet them a certain way?

Pacing the floor in frustration, the jewelry hanging from her crown tinked together every so often, as the guards outside the doors chuckled to themselves in amusement at their Queen's constant, very audible, fidgeting.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Diplomacy mattered little to Nicair and he had had little time to truly relax in some time. When given the chance, he took the opportunity to let himself be relatively safe under the protection of someone else. He kept his weapons holstered, like many of his ilk, Sociph and Mandalorian alike, would be unlikely to relinquish their gear.

Being a smith himself the first thing that drew his attention was the exotic design that their weapons, armor, and jewelry bore. The first chance he had would be spent investigating and studying the design, the different patterns and as much as the local blacksmiths could teach him. It had been some time since he'd been at a forge he himself hadn't designed and wasn't for his own personal use.

It would take something distracting, fiery, and extravagant to draw his attention away from his craft.

[member="Auburn Sioda"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: Diplomacy
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Domhanda, it was some world in the galaxy, supposedly beautiful, but Adenn didn't know about that. He hadn't even visited the place, and the only reason he was en route there now was that they wanted to join the UCM. That was fine with him, but it was interesting that someone had come to them for that. Adenn shrugged to himself, whatever worked, worked. Then again, they had never said how it would work.

That's why Adenn was currently in the air rather than on the ground. He was out and about flying on his dragon, enjoying his time before the boredom of politics came for him. Thankfully though, that would still take a few more minutes at least, so Adenn took all the chance he could to fly. It was dark out, so Adenn and his dragon blended in perfectly, no one on the ground would be able to see them, except perhaps a fleeting motion or on some powerful sensors.

Up in the air, Adenn was truly free, from everything, responsibilities, cares, anything really. But as all things are, good things must come to an end, and responsibility came knocking. He was contacted by someone on the ground telling him that the diplomacy would most likely start soon. Sighing, Adenn responded before diving down towards where the festivals were being held. Grinning in anticipation, Adenn looked over everything before they were close to the ground.

In the last moment, the dragon opened its wings wide and in a flurry of rushed wind came to a stop before gently touching the ground. Their sudden arrival didn't go unnoticed, and those near them shrieked and jumped backwards in shock and fear. Even as he sat astride the dragon, Adenn knew he must look fearsome, battle scarred armor, a black dragon, and flames gleaming off of both of them in the dark. Grinning behind his helmet, Adenn nodded once to the assembled crowd before his dragon and he began walking towards the meeting area. On the way there, Adenn smoothly hopped off the dragon, patting it on the head, before continuing on.

It took a few minutes of walking, a lot of stares, and even more questioning from the guards before Adenn was let anywhere near the meeting hall. Most people would be angry at any delays, especially with guards, but Adenn wasn't most people. He was actually surprised at the level of security, and glad that these people took their jobs so seriously. Then again, they did let him keep all his weapons, though the reason for that wasn't clear. Bit most sane people wouldn't want to anger a fully armed Mandalorian with a dragon, so it was somewhat expected. However, the extra guards for him were a bit unneeded in Adenns not so humble opinion.

But it was their world, their queen, and thus, their rules. So Adenn wouldn't complain about it, nor would he mention it. Even with the extra guards, all present seemed nervous, except for Adenn and his dragon. Grinning, Adenn spoke up to calm their fears.
"Don't worry, he won't bite so long as you don't touch." He chuckled lightly and the dragon gave a light head flick back and forth.

Smiling fully now, Adenn looked up and noticed they were outside of the meeting hall. They were supposed to meet with the queen there, but of the Mandalorian group, only Adenn was here so far. Sighing quietly, Adenn moved slightly to the right of the door and the middle of the wall. There he stood, watching, waiting. While Adenn had diplomatic talks before in the apst, he didn't believe he was good enough to go it alone. That along with the fact that the Mand'alor would be coming too stayed his hand. He'd wait until she came before doing anything else, so for now he'd watch and wait, as still as a statue.

[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Auburn Sioda"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn had found himself a new suit to wear for the occasion, a nicely fitted suit for that matter. Felt almost as comfortable as his armors, or robes. Naturally he still had his pistol on his hip, and saber clipped there as well, but it was more for comfort than necessity. The people here weren't exactly the most dangerous to people, considering their proclivity for not shooting him when given the choice. Rather they'd invited him in, fixed his ship, and gave him tea. Quite the opposite, especially since he'd threatened to fight their queen about ten seconds after they found him.

He uncapped his flask and took a sip of whiskey, before walking across the meeting hall. Reaching Auburn, he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Relax, relax. Things'll go alright. Have a drink and relax, I'll keep things calm until you're ready to see us." He patted her shoulder, handed her his flask, and went to the door. He opened it with both hands, stepping out before closing it behind him.

He glanced to the side, noticing Adenn to the side and Kaine ahead, and gave them a small nod. "Well looks like you're the second to arrive then. Once Mand'alor is here and the Queen's ready we'll get to all go inside then." HE didn't really acknowledge the fact he'd arrived to the meeting point by walking out of the meeting hall itself.

[member="Kaine Australis"] :|: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] :|: [member="Auburn Sioda"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 1

Mig smiled as he walked out into the city. He had thought about helping with diplomacy... Junction was still fresh on his mind with that part. Either way, the Alor would be able to have some fun and learn something about these folks. As he walked by, the Mandalorian practiced his pyromancy. Five years and he was still working on it. At least he could throw a fireball. The man looked around, smiling at all the beautiful artwork around.

[member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Auburn Sioda"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 1

Mig smiled as he walked out into the city. He had thought about helping with diplomacy... Junction was still fresh on his mind with that part. Either way, the Alor would be able to have some fun and learn something about these folks. As he walked by, the Mandalorian practiced his pyromancy. Five years and he was still working on it. At least he could throw a fireball. The man looked around, smiling at all the beautiful artwork around.

[member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Auburn Sioda"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

A foreign queen wanted to meet with Mand’alor… so why did the idea of being welcome in a place make Yasha secretly nervous? Taking a final breath, the seven foot, two inch tall Epicanthix woman slid the gilded and winged golden headdress upon her raven hair. Feathers from a Shriek-Hawk Yasha killed with beskad and pluck as a teenager dressed the back of the crown. As was her custom, Yasha’s lips were painted black. Her tattoos dragging down her body and beneath the golden coloured bodice of her gown. The dress was spider silk layered beneath scales of gold-coated beskar. Form fitting, to the long, drifting skirt. Both armour and fashion, the Mand’alor’s dress had originally been crafted by Goran’e for the Sith Empress’ Ball many years before. Symbol of Mandalore’s providence since the Infernal’s economic boons, and protective encasement for the woman who lived her life in war.

It remained the only gown Yasha dared wear outside the privacy of her own home. However bright it was.

“You miss my Tihaar Hall already, c’yare? My equivalent of a Waiting Room, I suppose.” Yasha walked in, flanked by six of her gurlanin guards, who today lounged in their lupine form. Great wolf-like beasts, an average of 9 to 11 ft long, with gaping maws for mouths.

The 7 foot tall Epicanthix beauty gave her husband’s hand a squeeze, before she nodded to her ba’vodu [member="Darlyn Excron"].

“I hope this is the appropriate attire to visit a Queen? The planet is so peaceful, I did not wish to appear rude or aggressive.” Yasha’s heavily accented Basic included a translation device built into the crown, so the Panathan-educated Mandalorian could have all Basic and other such languages translated into her native Epicant in real time.

“I will see her, now.” Nodding to her compatriots, Yasha rolled her shoulders in her cape-clad gown and began to walk toward the Queen’s throne room.

“Queen Auburn Sioda, it is with great pleasure and admiration my Mando’ade come to visit and entreat with you today. I am Mand’alor the Infernal. Mouthpiece of Kad Harang’ir to the Hetikles Baatir. Arch Duchess of Vena, Lady of House Fitz-Kierke of the Pacanth Reach. Heir Apparent of House Kierke of the Holy City of Qocia. I hope this day finds you well and that we reach an accord beneficial to both our peoples.” The light scattered round her, as Yasha curtseyed out of deference to the Anam Queen. “I bring with me my trusted guides. Alor [member="Adenn Kyramud"] of Clan Mortui. My uncle [member="Darlyn Excron"], of whom you know, my Riduur [member="Kaine Australis"] and my gurlanin protectors, [member="Ambrose Cadera"], Tuulu, Veno, Haifa, Ghufran and Lor. May this day be fruitful and your reign be hearty and long.”

[member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Auburn Sioda]

Auburn's mental panic paused when she felt [member="Darlyn Excron"] squeeze her shoulder. She looked down when he handed her the flask, and nodded meekly. "Yeah, okay,relaxing, I can do that." Auburn frowned as Darlyn left the room, before taking a gulp of the whiskey. The sting of the alcohol took her mind off her nervousness, and she managed to hide the flask under the table just as [member="Yasha Cadera"] opened the doors. Auburn listened with a polite smile on her face as the much taller woman let out a word vomit.

"Please, there is no need to be so formal. I am the one who called you here, after all. Please, have a seat so we may speak in comfort." Auburn smiled as she gestured to the circular table in front of her, with eight chairs surrounding it.


Meanwhile, the Éan Dóiteáin Troupe finished getting their musicians set up as their stage lit up in bright flames. As the music started, the dancers began their routine, dancing within the flames, controlling it through the Force. Occasionally, they would reach out into the crowd with the flames, and lick the necks of those who were close enough, but not paying attention.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“I will respect you and your position in my way, Queen Auburn.” The heavily accented Basic poured out, kind but firm. “To be Ruler is to set our individual comforts aside for the betterment of our People. My Mando’ade are a lively and effervescent group, I must always be what they require. I do hope you enjoy that in lieu of armour I wore a dress for you. It is my way of showing… comfort.”

Bound in the prison of her State, the young woman known as Yasha Cadera was raised by the very gurlanin in the meeting hall to be apart. Separated and cloistered from the age of eight for service to the Vode. Before Kaine came into her life as more than her Warmaster, Yasha barely even saw Mandalorian life outside the Sundari Palace, or the battlefield. It was something the elder Mandalorians shook their heads about, attempting in their way to expand her horizons beyond the push to keep her on the throne.

A call for informality made the secretive and stern-faced young Epicanthix nervous. She had no experience negotiating in anything but a formal affair. Compounded to this formality was the fact that Yasha was terrible at speaking any language but Epicant or Mando’a. When one had to translate her speech, and listen to translations whispered in her ear, the ability to relax in conversation was all but lost.

Maybe she should have left this to [member="Darlyn Excron"]. He knew how to talk to people with a smile.

“I shall attempt more comfortable speech for your benefit, Queen Auburn.”

Beside her, Ambrose chuffed his great black maw. Yasha’s eyes flicked to him, and she sat straighter in her chair. Hands folded in her lap as she maintained a dignified posture.

[member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Adara Raxis]

Thud, thud thud.

Thud wump thud.

Thud… kersplash!

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugghhhhh…” Adara groaned, rolling onto her back and scootching to a nearby bench. She forced herself back to her feet with a little telekinetic prodding, and continued making her way toward the only person in the universe that could possibly, ever, and totally help her out of this mess.

Her Baba.

“Baba… Babaaa.” Adara whisper-shouted, hopping on both feet and wriggling each foot at a time to move forward. “Baba!”

Whimpering, the ten year old daughter of Mand’alor the Infernal finally wiggled within view of her adopted father. There she was, mahogany curls coated in yarn and glitter, the yarn wound around her in a hopeless tangle.

“Baba heeeelp.” Adara whispered, bumping into his side. “The twins… are demons… and with Papa Girak… and Reyn’s boot got glued to Magnus’ backside.”

As if that explained it, Adara whinnied as a knitting needle fell out of her hair, and rolled across the ground. “Awwww I was going to learn how to knit…”

The girl-child began to sniffle. How had ‘watch your brothers and have fun’ turned into the Battle of the Yarns? The glitter bomb was one thing too far. Did the little beasts who called themselves her little brothers have to use glue? Arms stuck to her sides by the tangled yarn and glued glitter, Adara looked full round eyes up at Kaine.

Her lip wobbled. She sniffled again.

“Daddy… I wanted to learn to knit.” Amidst sniffles, Adara plunked her forehead into her father’s chest, before he could get into the Meeting Hall proper. “H-he-help- m-muh-meeee.”

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Well if the party was getting started no need to wait. He nodded to the others before walking in after his niece, smiling to see both [member="Yasha Cadera"] and [member="Auburn Sioda"] were already getting along. It was nice when leaders were able to be polite and well behaved, even if it was during the worst word vomit he'd heard since actually becoming President. Good god he hated when Yash did that, the two or three times he ever heard her get wordy. Took a great deal of effort to not actually vomit, though not because Yash was at all bad. Just, politics.

Straightening his back a bit, he walked up past his niece and her guards with a smile, a polite nod to her as he went around to Auburn's end of the circular table. He moved out Auburn's seat with the Force, and took her hand to help her into it. Taking his own seat on her left, he placed a kiss on her temple and sat back a bit, his right hand lacing fingers with Auburn's left. One reassuring squeeze later, and he was nice and settled in. "Don't worry, Mand'alor, I think conversing will be fine enough. If something gets confused that's what I'm here for, I've gotten pretty good at understanding Mando'a if you need it after all."

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] :|: [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Formal events like this weren't exactly Tyran's area of expertise, but taking a break from getting shot at certainly sounded good to him at the moment. Since he'd be interacting with royalty he'd made sure his armor was highly polished and presentable and again that wasn't something he had to do all too often either. As far as his armaments went he was traveling lightly with just his two blasters and left the rest on his tiny freighter. He was running a little behind schedule because he'd had an issue with his ship's hyperdrive. It was high time he got a new ship but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Sentimentality and all that.

Tyran entered the waiting area just as the Mand'alor was throwing open the doors and walking into the throne room. He picked up the pace a little and met up with Adenn and Kaine. "Sorry to cut it so close but my ships been acting up." He said under his breath as he walked with them into the throne room to watch Yasha interact with the Queen of Domhanda.


[member="Yasha Cadera"] - [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Kaine Australis"] - [member="Aden Kyramud"] - [member="Darlyn Excron"] - [member="Mig Gred"] - [member="Anora Vahn"] - [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Anora Vahn]

Being taken along to some sort of formal event had been very unexpected. It wasn't the fact that she had been asked to go, or what this social event stood for even. It was the fact that Anora had never been asked to attend any sort of thing like this, ever. She had agreed of course, curiosity driving her to the decision more than anything else, but then of course she had come across quite the conundrum. What the heck was she supposed to wear to something like this? Nora had taken what time she had to find something she deemed suitable, and yet she hadn't spoken of it, or even shown it off to [member="Tyran Numeck"] at any given time.

In fact, she hadn't even gotten herself dressed up throughout their trip - which proved to be a blessing in disguise considering the hyperdrive acting up and the need to help get it functioning correctly again. Anora had learned a thing or two from her companion over the couple of years he had been stuck with her, more than just survival and honing her fighting skills.

By the time they landed, she knew Tyran was in a hurry so she had waved him off, assuring him that she would catch up without getting herself lost, and only once he was gone did she bother to get herself ready. Changing into her dress was the easy part, it was tackling her hair that had given her the most trouble. When frustration became too much, she settled with a simple enough updo style and left it at that. She wasn't going to stand around all night and fight her hair of all things - she knew she would lose.

When she felt presentable enough, Anora made her way off of the ship. She knew by now Tyran would have gotten to where he was going, and so she made her way at a more casual pace. Oddly enough, the closer she got, the more her belly filled with nerves, and so by the time she got to where this fancy, high-to-do meeting was taking place? She lingered outside, just out of sight. That way she didn't interrupt anything, and yet she upheld her word on not getting lost anywhere along the way.

See? She wasn't totally hopeless.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig noticed the... Éan Dóiteáin Troupe? That was it. Anyway, he saw that they had set up and decided to watch. He sat down and watch, but very quickly sensed the Force on every dancer. It wasn't the only surprise to him. When he hear these people were fire dancers, he wasn't expecting them to be pyromancer Force users. The Alor watched for a moment, but soon closed his eyes. He was feeling what they were doing, trying to pick up on every little part of what they did. He hoped that he could pick up on something that would help him, then he felt a lick of flame. Apparently one of them thought he wasn't paying attention.

[member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

If was the smallest thing, the brush of heat on his neck. There had been a tug at the back of his mind, an energy around him trying to draw his attention. He assumed it was nothing more than a mind at work. That had been before he let his eyes wander to the dancers. The Force could summon fire? He was new to this world, a lot he didn't know. This form of a sixth sense was something he needed to practice. It was a challenge, surrendering himself to it and relying on anything other than his base sense and instincts.

Grind it till you find it.

It had been a long time since he had taken any real time to experience these off-moments. The time when he could let himself relax. It was like his senses needed to take in more information, like the remainder of any emotion he had left needed to get its say. Was this what it was like all the time? He could see why some chose to cut themselves off to it. The inconvenience of the thing.

The dancer his eyes caught, he would allow the remain in his gaze. For a time. It had been close to fifteen years since he had been forced to kill his wife. He would allow himself a lingering gaze.

[member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Anora Vahn"] | [member="Tyran Numeck"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Adara Raxis"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Auburn Sioda"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn overheard [member="Kaine Australis"]'s comment to [member="Darlyn Excron"] and couldn't help but chuckle. But he refrained from commenting, if the Mand'alor walked through any second, Adenn wouldn't want to be heard saying something he'd regret. And lo and behold, she walked through the door not scant moments later. Upon her arrival, Adenn saluted her, fist softly clanging against his chestplate as he tilted his head towards her. At last, the negotiations could begin shortly. He smirked to her comment to Kaine, then she walked forward and began to speak with the Queen. When he was mentioned, Adenn nodded his head firmly towards the Queen, both as to identify who he was and to show that he was paying attention.

Quietly, Adenn followed them into the meeting hall. Looking around the room, he took notice of the round table and the chairs, noting that it was all relatively even, as if they were all on equal footing, certainly an interesting situation. When the Queen indicated they sit, Adenn waited until the Mand'alor and the Queen sat before sitting down himself. For now, Adenn would stay quiet, but if called, he'd answer, or if he so felt it was needed, he'd speak up, but for now, he'd sit quietly and watch.

[member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Adara Raxis]

"Baba... I wan... I wan... I want.. t-to... kn-n-nit." Humongous sniffles cascaded out of the little girl, doubling into hiccuping sobs as her father picked her up. The stresses of her terrible little brother’s burst on the girl, yet a deeper reticence to be removed from her father scored into her subconscious.

Adara was scared.

The good people of Domhanda looked curiously at the Darksided daughter of the Infernal. A gasp here. Sidelong eyes there. Whispers.

The Light was as prevalent as the sun, a comfort surely for those of its notion. But the more Adara attempted to handle her brother’s and learn the arts and crafts of the beautifully appointed Aram, the more Adara let her aura slip.

As the tangled of yarn vacated and the glitter still stuck to her hair, Adara sniffled, then bit her lip, concentrated, and a rush of her Dark power flooded from the tip of her head to the soles of her feet.

The glue and glitter wafted off in a pile on the ground, or in the crevasses of her and [member="Kaine Australis"]’ clothes. Once that was done, the girl rested her head on her father’s shoulder and hugged her tiny arms around his neck.

“Teeheehee Babaaaa... you said a naughty.” Adara laughed at their little coup, the absolute coup of Baba saying something bad in front of his daughter. It would be their secret.

Blinking at her father’s words, Adara looked at and waved at [member="Darlyn Excron"].

“But Baba... he doesn’t have gold on him like Buir does...” Adara whispered, then pressed her lips together. Domhanda wasn’t on Mandalore... the fire dancers in the cultural display were using the Force... so she could too.

Opening her mind, Adara projected her thoughts telepathically to her father, so like all good children she could be seen and not heard.

She waved at her mother [member="Yasha Cadera"], to her ba’buir Aditya’s special friend [member="Adenn Kyramud"], to ba’vodu [member="Tyran Numeck"] and his friend [member="Anora Vahn"] in the prettiest navy blue dress Adara ever saw.

Then, there was the Queen [member="Auburn Sioda"], whose ginger hair shone like a thousand rays of warm sunshine. Adara gasped and curtseyed, being the ever polite Princess, and future Arch-Duchess of the planet Vena.

‘I love the Queen’s hair. Baba? Can I dye my hair like hers?’

 

[Auburn Sioda]

Auburn hummed, and smiled sadly at what seemed to be [member="Yasha Cadera"]'s inability to lose formalities. "Thank you for your thoughts, Mand'alor. The Anam try to make sure all within our homes are as comfortable as possible." Her smile warmed as [member="Darlyn Excron"] walked towards her, and she followed his lead into her seat with no complaints. A slight blush spread across her cheeks at the kiss, and she squeezed his hand back, happy to have him with her.

As the others took their seats, Auburn noticed [member="Kaine Australis"] lead a child, [member="Adara Raxis"], into the room, and looked at the girl with a curious smile. The Queen could feel the Darkside coming from the child, wrapped around her, even. She almost reminded Auburn of Darlyn, in that way. As the other Mandalorians took their seats, Auburn hummed in thought.

"I suppose now would be time to begin this meeting, and explain why I've called you here."

[member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]



The dancers in the streets of the city grinned as [member="Mig Gred"] and [member="Nicair Claden"] began watching more intently. One dancer in particular, Méirí, took note of how Nicair let his gaze linger on her. Luckily for him, she was the lead of this dance. She reached out to him with her flames as she danced, beckoning him closer subtly. The troupe danced and danced, until the climax of the song hit, and with a stomp of their feet, the hems of their dresses were aflame.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Dance was very much akin to a subtle form of martial art. It was why dancers adapted better to stand up styles and vice versa. The understanding of form, hip rotation, efficiency of movement. All of these things while using the Force with... something was more than likely a challenge he hadn't encountered before.

If a martial artist, any warrior in general really, is able to maintain focus they can block out pain, harness their emotions to a level that serves rather than hinders them, and study the techniques and movements of their opponents so deftly they seem to be able to know their next move before they make it. They can clear their mind and control their breathing to such an extent that nothing else exists in that moment than the fight, it all becomes effortless. It is focusing without focus, effortless effort, their bodies just react without thinking.

There was an appreciation in what he was seeing. If the skill and adept nature of the movements than the physical beauty of the dancers.

[member="Auburn Sioda"]