Faction Midvinter In Summer (NJO)

[Shan]

Tag: Katherine Holt Saphira Ohm

"...It's easier to talk to someone who's bleeding out than it is to talk to you. No offence. I just know I'll probably never have to see them again. Whereas you are a regular part of my life...which means I should really be used to this."

It was strange. Shan wasn't exactly nervous or worried about putting his foot in his mouth. It was more...Kat was like family to him. And Shan didn't have a good track record when it came to families. It was why he had given up his last name. He was just Shan. For now, he nodded as he listened to Katherine. It was good that she had taken life into her own hands. Shan wasn't entirely sure if he had done that himself. Yes, he had his doctorate now, but that was because he had felt like had to repent for mistakes he made as a Jedi. He couldn't think of a single thing he had achieved in his life, purely because he wanted to. With no ulterior motives attached to it...

None of that mattered for now as he listened to Saphira now, folding his arms along, expecting some kind of actual problem. So to hear what she actually needed help with...Shan blinked in surprise. That...That was honestly going to be a bigger problem to solve than if she needed them for something serious. Because how does one exactly explain fun to someone?

"I suppose...it depends on what you view as fun. Some people enjoy simply playing with the snow. Building small things out of it. Small buildings, snowmen, or even snow-angels. Or they'll have snowball wars with each other. I know that sounds surprisingly violent...but it isn't. As long as people don't hide rocks in their snowballs. I will admit, I'm not the best person to help with "fun" things. I enjoy the quiet. Or I find a good read fun. Most people would find those boring. Maybe Katherine has...better advice?...Oh. I'm Shan by the way. "

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Brander Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble Arnor Oathkeeper Mykel Dawson

Zaiya's eyes were wide with amazement as she watched Arnor craft the necklace and ring before their very eyes. The ice crystals she had collected, now transformed into something so beautiful and meaningful.

As the weight of the necklace settled around her neck, she could feel the subtle hum of the Force, a pulse of energy that seemed to align with the way the wind would flow around them. She couldn't help but beam, her skin glowing in a soft shimmer of turquoise and pink, the joy and wonder radiating from her in ripples of light.

The Lovalla Padawan lifted the necklace slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and awe, unable to contain her fascination with the magical craftsmanship that had just unfolded before them.

"Thank you so much!" Zaiya exclaimed, utterly grateful but also very interested in how Arnor had made them. Would she be able to do the same one day?

She turned eagerly to Aris, her voice full of excitement.

"Aris, what do you think?" she asked, her tone almost breathless. Curious to see if a ring like that would affect him any differently, or if the way the Force was cut off with sensing meant he still wouldn't feel the gentle pulse of the Force on it at all.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Objective 1
Tags: Shan | Saphira Ohm
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Katherine smiled as she watched the young Padawan pause, seemingly debating on her choice of words. She could sense a great deal of curiosity, but at the same time a degree of hesitancy over what the Altiri wanted to ask.

“Firstly, I’d say there’s no greater importance than sating one's curiosity. Assuming the subject matter in question is not dangerous.” Or too dangerous at least. The Valkyrie herself was guilty of not following that rule…more than once.

“As Shan said, there’s quite a few things you can do with snow that is considered fun. And they typically revolve around a particular celebration, called Life Day. If you stick around the Core long enough, you’ll know without doubt get to experience one."

In that same moment, an idea struck the redhead. She smirked a little, glancing over to Shan.

“But there’s no saying we can’t have a bit of fun now, for example a small snowball fight.” Katherine walked away, only stopping until she was just within throwing distance of Shan and Saphira.

“What you do is, crouch down and grab a handful of snow in your hand.” The Valkyrie did just that, crouching down and scooping up some into her hand. “Then you roll it into a ball, make it as compactly as you can.” She made a show of rolling the snow between her hands, making the ‘snowball’

“And then you throw it!”

Without missing a beat, she threw it directly at Shan’s face.

 

[Saphira Ohm]

Midvinter
Tags: Katherine Holt , Shan

Epo-1 Interceptor
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“And then you throw it!”

Without missing a beat, she threw it directly at Shan’s face.

"Ahhh, I see," Saphira nodded. "It's like how combat training was turned into games for children. I believe I understand."

Saphira, at least, was familiar with how games of the sort worked. The young witches in her coven would sling basic elemental spells at each other for fun, or 'spar' just to spar. It was no different than using a wooden sword or play bows. A gentle laugh escaped her chest as she watched the snowball sail towards the Mirialan Jedi Knight.

Of course, Saphira wasn't one to not give something a try herself. So, not missing the opportunity to join in, she scooped up a ball of snow and copied Katherine's motions to throw her snowball at Shan as well.

 

[Shan]

Tag: Katherine Holt Saphira Ohm

Shan wasn't easily tricked. As soon as Katherine started bringing up the mentioning of a Snowball Fight, the Mirialan was slowly taking a few steps back, as if it was some kind of Wild Smuggler holo-vid. His shoes gently crunching through the snow as he scrunched up some snow into his own hand, behind his back. Now, Shan was a bit of a grump. Snowball fights weren't fun for him. But as much as he didn't enjoy them, he didn't want to ruin the fun of others. He could play along with it.

And so as soon as he saw Katherine chucking her snowball, the Mirialan chucked his own. The benefit of Katherine being taller than him? It was a bigger target to hit as he ducked his head under her snowball, letting it soar over his head as Shan broke out into a little grin...Until he got hit by an unexpected snowball from his new little associate. Well. If he was hit, he might as well play along a bit more.

"Agh! Alas! I have been struck! And...I must fall. For I have died in this war of Snowballs."

Okay. Maybe he was cheesing it up...a bit too much as the Mirialan clenched his chest with his hand, before holding his spare hand out in front of him as if clutching for life...before he collapsed to the ground...Okay, maybe he was being a bit melodramatic. But at least he was having fun with it all. Up until his face started to get numb from laying in a patch of snow.

 

[Nida Heavenshield]

Theya craned her neck, watching as Azurine eased Cinnamon from her perch and set her down in the snow. Her dark eyes - nearly a pensive black, inherited from her paternal grandmother - widened at the Zabrak's outstretched hand and the berries within.

"Carefu-"

Nida's warning came too late as Theya's little pink hand shot forward, fisting the berries against her chubby palm. She let out a high pitched, near screech of giggle at the feel of them squishing.

The little girl looked up to Azurine with a big grin. "Petty!" she declared, transfixed with the young woman's tattooed face and the little horned that poked from beneath dark hair.

"Oh, Theya," Nida sighed as she knelt. "Come, why don't you try offering Cinnamon what's left of those berries?"

Gently, she pried open her daughter's iron grip and suppressed the immediate urge to wipe her sticky hand with the hem of her cloak. Theya giggled as her mother guided her palm outward, offering some of the crushed berries and sticky juice to Cinnamon.

Nida's gaze flicked to Azzie - or more specifically, the way her physical strain and lack of energy were expressed. The signs were subtle, but few ailments missed the healer's critical eye.

"It's very nice to meet you, Azzie. Master Thurion is my father-in-law; I'm the wife of his second son, Thirdas. Little Theya is Thurion's granddaughter."

At the sound of his name, Theya looked up to her mother.

"Gampa?" she asked.

"Soon," her mother answered. Nida slowly rose, dusting the snow from her skirt. "A workout indeed," she agreed with a gentle peal of laughter. "I'm glad to hear that your parents are doing well."

Nida held her hand out to Buster for the pup to assess. Once she was deemed safe, she'd bring her hand behind his ear for some well deserved scritches.

"Thirdas and our family are doing well. We have a little farm just outside the capital. It's hard work, but the quiet life we've always wanted."

The pair had spent the latter half of their youth in love, then torn apart for years. For nearly a decade, Thirdas and Nida had walked separate paths. It took the death of a friend - of the man who'd fought to give them a chance at the happiness they had now - to bring them back together. Their son, Tulan, bore his name.

Nida glanced again to Azzie. The galaxy could be a cruel place. Her pain lingered in the Force, like the way one might catch the faint scent of a flower blooming as the wind blew. Her eyes shifted back to Connel, and she smiled.

"Thurion is well. Kingly affairs and his rambunctious grandchildren keep him busy."

Still, all the paperwork and baby giggles in the galaxy couldn't completely shut out his longing for Coci.