The young woman continued to study her mural, speaking, it seemed, as much to herself as she was to the stranger behind her. Zahira did not know the youth, but sensed she was a learner, a padawan, perhaps still early in her training. This would be the place for such a one to be, after all, once it was purified, repaired and staffed.
The girl turned, revealing large blue Keshian eyes. Iris offered her hand the the Jedi. Zahira took it with a firm but gentle grasp. "The pleasure is mine, Iris." The Oktarian replied with a cheery smile.
Her deep hazel gaze returned to the splashes of colorful paint on the wall. "Do you sense the Force when you paint, Iris?" Zahira asked, releasing the young woman's hand stepping closer to the wall, examining the currents the billowing flow of colors seemed to take within the artwork. To Zahira, it looked like how a Force nexus felt, the convergence of many currents of Force, finding a focus. Iris' large, azure eyes betrayed her heritage, and Zahira wondered, even coveted, the wider expanse of hue and vibrancy the Keshian girl's wider spectrum of vision must have seen in the painting.