Niv Hani
Noble Residence
The invitation had come unexpectedly and, surprised as she’d been, the Kazelrrian had accepted without thinking too much about it. She began to worry though as the day approached, and had even asked
Aris Noble
what were some of the things Vera liked.
Sure, there wasn’t a specific rule that stated it, but in plenty of books the girl had read arriving at someone's home with
empty hands could be seen as rude. His first response had been ‘animals’, closely followed by ‘plushies’, and when she’d tried to steer him towards
edible ideas the word ‘pancakes’ had followed.
Asking
Zaiya Ceti
had also resulted in some very interesting ideas, such as ‘clothes’, ‘bathing suits’, ‘games’, and even the mention of a ‘holocamera’—before finally focusing on the topic of ‘snacks’ that her roommate suggested. The offer had been made for Mahsa to pick out anything from the usual stash that the Lovalla kept, and she’d even offered to lend the girl some credits if she needed them, though Mahsa gently refused them.
This was the first time she’d been invited to someone's home, and the girl wanted to make a good impression—
especially after almost drowning back at the beach in the presence of Aris’ and Vera’s mother. In the end she’d acquired some
green grapes in the market. Their price had felt steep when she’d first heard it but, after the seller had been kind enough to let her try one, Mahsa had come to understand why and happily purchased them.
The small container currently rested on her lap as the girl took in the view of the city as they passed by its streets, taking in the wide domes and the large spires that rose all around them. A pleasant shade of yellow had collared the tips of her hair through most of the way, their color deepening into a darker orange shade only when her ride had come to a stop at the Noble residence.
She paid her fare and profusely thanked the driver as she got outside, her free hand smoothing over any noticeable wrinkle in her padawan garments, before starting up the path leading towards the home.
"Whoooa..." She couldn’t help but awe in wonder as she took in the structure; the house was impressive and
massive—by her standards at the very least.
It’s only when she reached the front door that Mahsa realized she wasn’t sure how to proceed. Was she supposed to knock—would anyone even
hear it—or call out for Vera from where she stood…?
Vera Noble