Brood Mother
Mother of the Fallen
Before the gunslinger could finish his introduction Nala, turned around. She did hate wearing her armor when she wanted to show her emotions. However, she knew that if that would happen then her lack of control would really show. She looked at the boy and the young woman sitting at the booth together. It was a bold move to cast the force in an area like this. Nala has a bad reputation with emotions and acting out. She kept thinking to herself: "Don't act out, dont act out, don't act out." Instead Nala decided to confront the two. Maybe they could be more useful than saber training.
She began walking to the booth. As she took her strides she grabbed a seat from a table near their booth. She put the chair so the back was facing them. She placed her arms on the top of the back part of the chair facing them. She sat like she was one of the cool kids in middle school (ooc throwback).
With her helmet altering her voice slightly she calmly, yet happily wanted to engage in a dialog:
"You two seem to be a very interesting dynamic. What brings you to a nice little diner like this?"
[member="Lord Combattere"]
[member="Abril"]
She began walking to the booth. As she took her strides she grabbed a seat from a table near their booth. She put the chair so the back was facing them. She placed her arms on the top of the back part of the chair facing them. She sat like she was one of the cool kids in middle school (ooc throwback).
With her helmet altering her voice slightly she calmly, yet happily wanted to engage in a dialog:
"You two seem to be a very interesting dynamic. What brings you to a nice little diner like this?"
[member="Lord Combattere"]
[member="Abril"]