Private New Guest, Old Friend

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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"Squamish? Honestly, Pateesa. We are professionals. Squamish is a luxury you and I no longer have. Anxious, perhaps, or hyper vigilant as something is not to our preference." She paused to slice into her meal. "I understand the feeling, regardless of the words."

Tan'yill listened to the zabrak woman speaking, but were unable to fully agree with her. Since they had got Tae'l Vizsla , Tan'yill had become a totally different person than before. More squeamish, sensitive and more careful out on missions, to name a few differences that had changed after she had become a mother. Tan'yill nodded gently, feeling the urge to say something against the crimson womans words.

''Well... Maybe we still have, but don't see it?'' she put in, before Zenva continued. Apparently, Zenva had a bit of a doubt in the both mothers situations and abilities. Soomething that Tan was sorely determined to change.

"I think you might be slightly distracted, my Riduur'alor." She said, straightening in her seat once more.

Tan'yill looked up with slight confusion at her guest, feeling Zenva's intense gaze upon her and not knowing exactly what to do with it. She didn't have have the time to get back to Zenva, before she continued.

"I hadn't thought to give them vibro-generators though. That sounds like it could be terribly fun." A warm laugh rolled from the Zabrak as she took up her wine glass again, smiling wickedly.

''Oh, they're fun like you wouldn't believe, babe... If you are the one to go up close and personal, which I take it you are, Zenny... A vibro-generator in these would be aweome...'' Tan said with an equally wicked smile as she examined the gauntlets, taking another sip of the wine as she did.

As for the weapon mounts, the crimon lady wasn't entirely satisfied with what she had got now and described an improvement which Tan'yill immediately started to think about, before she put the gauntlets back onto the tray brought by the droid, and took another bite of the delicious meal that they had been served.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's armored shoulder rose and fell in a half-hearted shrug. Perhaps Tan'yill was correct, maybe she just couldn't see it. Then again, Zenva had never been very in-touch with her maternal side. Her child had often been seen as a possession in her mind, something stolen from her as a toddler and only recovered recently. A woman grown, independent and free of the dark influences of the Vrotoa clan. A stranger to her that she simply didn't understand how to speak with.

Zenva cut another piece of meat, popping it into her mouth to wash away the bitter taste of her own personal failures. She shifted her attention back to her date, and the warrior sitting across from her once again. A smile quickly met the Twi-lek's wicked smirk. "Babe? Zenny? Honestly, Tan'yill, you give me more pet names than anyone else in the entire galaxy."

A sweet, ringing laugh escaped her as she picked up her wine glass again. A hand quickly waved through the air to dismiss any concerns Tan'yill might have as she sipped her drink. "Don't worry, I think it's endearing. And, obviously yes. I'm a fan of being close. Wrist blades, and mounts." Setting down her drink, her hands dipped down to her body, touching the swords at her hips briefly. A moment later she drew out two different pistols, and carefully set them aside. "Blades, and pistols. Or four bladed pistols if we're being honest." Again Zenva drew out two more pistols, and set them with their twins off to the side. She laughed, assumed by her own humor.

Picking up her utensils again, she nearly cut into her meal before she paused. Almost frozen in place for a brief moment. "I wonder if you could get me something." She looked up, flashing a smile and waving her hands for a moment as though brushing away her words. "No, no. That's far to demanding. Forget I said anything. That's more akin to a gift for a wife anyway."

Tan'yill Vizsla