The 8th Noble

“The what-arch?” Colette asked, eyebrow raised at Loomi as if she had just said some absolute nonsense. “I mean, yes!”
“To uh, both? If possible, I mean?” The little tribal cleared her throat to try and pep herself up. “To the garden and the arch, I mean. Maybe, uhh… Arch, cantina, garden, and then back to the dorm?”
As the duo walked along the corridors it was quite clear that Colette had no idea where she even was. The amount of times that Colette accidentally stumbled into Loomi when she took a turn or simply kept on walking when she stopped was proof enough of that along with the redness it brought to Colette’s cheeks.
It felt weird to be this out of her element. Colette was usually fairly adept at tracking and being aware of her own surroundings, but Coruscant was just one big metal scrap heap. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed every now and again.
As the two stepped into the room with the kyber arch, her eyes went wide in surprise.
“That must be it.” She said in continued wide-eyed amazement. “It’s beautiful.”