The Red Crown of Eshan
Time passed, and Quinn had slowly begun to let things fall back into place. She didn't venture far from the Embassy unless she was asked to. When she did, she was often accompanied by someone from the Embassy and her personal guard.
Everything began to feel more rigid, and the freedoms she had reveled in were no longer there. She had returned to the state of preservation and protection, a place she hated but would accept.
It allowed her to stay, even if it felt as if the walls had started to close in on her.
Thankfully, even with everything, she was starting to find a routine. Quinn had found herself enjoying her time in the training rooms and yard.
Several Echani guards had been moved from the Palace on Eshan to the Embassy following the encounters with the Jedi. They were often warriors from the stronger clans, honored to be chosen to be protectors of their new Queen.
When off duty, they were often found longing to spar with the woman they revealed. And in that excitement, they found themselves on their backs with her claiming victory. They all learned, they all cherished the time with her — learning more about their former wayward princess.
During these moments, Quinn found herself catching the most interesting sight. Adelle, the Mandalorian Ambassador, often attended the training events but never suited up or participated. Instead, Quinn found the woman watching, her brow furrowing at moments when the movements of others were almost too fluid to be real.
But that was Echani combat; it was the Echani language that so many sought to understand.
Quinn had been taught the graceful, water-like movements of the Echani people. Each movement, each breath spoke more than what met the eye. It was quite often how Quinn spoke with her mother — a silent conversation that no one else could understand.
They could read each other in ways no one else could; it was an intimate language — one where nothing could be hidden.
She could see why the Mandalorian was curious about it, perhaps even perplexed by the way everything was almost choreographed. It brought a small smile to the Queen's face to see someone who should be an enemy take an interest in their cultural combat.
Quinn waited. She wanted to see if Adelle would reach out or eventually participate. When she didn't, an appointment was scheduled and added to the Ambassador's calendar. As the time drew near, Quinn prepared and ensured that the training yard would be empty. Hopefully, no one would see the Mandalorian land on her rear by the smaller Echani.
The thought crossed Quinn's mind, and it curled the corner of her lips slightly with mischief.
As Adelle arrived, Quinn, dressed in a more relaxed training outfit, would beam, her hands folded behind her back. She stepped forward, now making her true height obvious with the heels replaced by sole protectors.
"Are you ready to actually participate this time, Ambassador?"