Rianna Organa-Ar'klim
Character
Alexis looked down at her hand the long elegant fingers played across the lap harp she played the music that soothed her. Alexis could see the music in her mind as it danced acrossed the floors and walls it made her feel light giddy with pleasure. This was few precious moments that she could find stopping over here on Mandalore there were a few hunters after her she had lost them she hoped once she booked onto the transport to Mandalore.
A soft sigh escaped her squeaking gently to draw very little attention. She had heard many things about mandalorians and their ways this evening she was spending it in a familiar place. This place each time she had asked she had been told was the gathering place. In here she caught the occasional glance her way the one armored man next to her asked how many songs she knew and would she play a few more. She looked around this place seemed to cater to the laments of men and their women, war, and drinks. It had the smell that most drinking places did a cross of old socks and sweat. It was a good thing many of them wore armor the filtration probably took out the odor.
She had not played for so long in a long time she did not know if her fingers would continue to remember the strings, the chords, or if her mouth would be able to say the words, when words were needed.
She instead played something with a gentle rhythm that slowly made them tap their toes and raise a glass or two. She never asked them for credits knowing that for a few moments in a night she was able to provide a few moments of pleasure, or had touched upon an old memory these things were enough for her.
Before she knew it an hour had passed, her fingers numb from the plucking of the strings she stood up to find a drink and rest her hands. She nodded to the crowd and headed to get some air.
The night wind was soft and gentle gliding across her skin as it welcomed her to share its space. Alexis smiled her skirt blew gently with the wind flapping lightly as it moved, her shirt covered her arms the neckline dipped revealing her collar bone and long neck. Her auburn hair shaded with red highlights hung down around her shoulders, carmel colored eyes looked to the sky.
She was an off worlder here she came for two reasons learn more about mandalorians and to see if one of their smiths could make her a ceremonial knife. She did not need for it to be made of their precious metal no she wanted something she could wear sheathed at her waist with a handle that identified her, her house, her clan, her status.
[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]
A soft sigh escaped her squeaking gently to draw very little attention. She had heard many things about mandalorians and their ways this evening she was spending it in a familiar place. This place each time she had asked she had been told was the gathering place. In here she caught the occasional glance her way the one armored man next to her asked how many songs she knew and would she play a few more. She looked around this place seemed to cater to the laments of men and their women, war, and drinks. It had the smell that most drinking places did a cross of old socks and sweat. It was a good thing many of them wore armor the filtration probably took out the odor.
She had not played for so long in a long time she did not know if her fingers would continue to remember the strings, the chords, or if her mouth would be able to say the words, when words were needed.
She instead played something with a gentle rhythm that slowly made them tap their toes and raise a glass or two. She never asked them for credits knowing that for a few moments in a night she was able to provide a few moments of pleasure, or had touched upon an old memory these things were enough for her.
Before she knew it an hour had passed, her fingers numb from the plucking of the strings she stood up to find a drink and rest her hands. She nodded to the crowd and headed to get some air.
The night wind was soft and gentle gliding across her skin as it welcomed her to share its space. Alexis smiled her skirt blew gently with the wind flapping lightly as it moved, her shirt covered her arms the neckline dipped revealing her collar bone and long neck. Her auburn hair shaded with red highlights hung down around her shoulders, carmel colored eyes looked to the sky.
She was an off worlder here she came for two reasons learn more about mandalorians and to see if one of their smiths could make her a ceremonial knife. She did not need for it to be made of their precious metal no she wanted something she could wear sheathed at her waist with a handle that identified her, her house, her clan, her status.
[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]