Private Resh and Eloise Take a Walk

[Eloise Dinn]

Shirayan Jedi Temple, Naboo
Immediately after the events of "Fork in the Road"...​

Eloise hadn't changed much physically; she was still a musclebound giantess who could lift a grown man with one arm. Her purple hair hung long and loose down her back rather than in her usual braids, and her face had thinned out, losing its baby fat as she left adolescence behind.

Her style of dress, on the other hand, was different. She had been fairly tomboyish in her youth, refusing to wear makeup and tramping around in combat boots. Now her appearance seemed deliberately femininized - well, as much as she could tolerate, anyway. Sparkly eye shadow, sweet-smelling perfume, and a pink and lacey top were the most notable changes. There was an undercurrent of anxious overcompensation to it all, as if she felt a need to remind everyone that despite her height and physique, she was still a woman.

The pureblood cleared his throat awkwardly, and tried to circle back to her original question, "Anyway—Yes, I was touring the Jedi facilities here on Naboo. Thinking about continuing my training here. What brings you here?" As evidenced by those previous interactions, Eloise didn't exactly seem the type for the prim and proper Shirayans.

"Nice. What do you think of it so far?" Eloise asked, then answered his question. "I'm pretty much in the same boat as you. Amani is busy being Queen of Alderaan and can't train me. I'm exploring my options." She pursed her lips and threw up her hands, the bangles on her wrists jangling. "What little of them are available, anyway."

Things had been weird ever since the GA collapsed. In some ways she was glad to be rid of the old NJO, but in others it was nothing short of a catastrophe. Effectively losing her master was particularly difficult for Eloise. It had left her feeling unmoored, uncertain of her future within the Order. At least now she didn't have to feel that way, for a few minutes or hours or however long Resh would be around.

Resh​