Dune Rhur
Freedon's Nadds
Led off through the Temple by his old Master, Dune looked to his erstwhile student and nodded as she spoke. Much had changed for both of them, including the flare of anger quickly smothered. That had been a change in the young woman he'd taught. Not just sulky frustration when she'd been in her adolescent years but real anger threatening to boil over.
Then there was her cybernetic prosthesis which he'd noted almost right away. Very little escaped his notice but simply gawking and asking awkward questions to begin with would aid with nothing. It would come out as she was ready to speak of it. So he looked at the crimson Twi'lek, seemingly oblivious in her talk about the little woodland creatures.
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Leina Snowfire"]
Then there was her cybernetic prosthesis which he'd noted almost right away. Very little escaped his notice but simply gawking and asking awkward questions to begin with would aid with nothing. It would come out as she was ready to speak of it. So he looked at the crimson Twi'lek, seemingly oblivious in her talk about the little woodland creatures.
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Leina Snowfire"]