Cira
Best Onion
Naboo
First Annual Protectorate Ball
Camp Lanthala - Protectorate Base Outside Theed
Moonlight would stream down in silver rays, casting it's sheen upon the Protectorate military came through the gate. This would occur throughout Protectorate Space in hundreds of venues -- some in high security military bases, while others would have the luxury of utilizing a far more lax venue.
With Naboo being so close to Confederate Space, and in the wake of the increasing threat of the One Sith, it was understandable that the Protectorate Day ball would open it's doors at Camp Lanthala. However, what would differentiate this one is that while others would have the Lord and Lady Protector cast their welcoming and celebratory speech via holo-recording, here on Naboo, they would beheld the Lady Protector's tangible presence.
There, with a small smile that lit her lightly tanned face, stood Cira bedecked in a slinky navy blue dress that would softly hug her shape. Modest at first glance, there was nothing too overt or scandalous -- that is, until she would turn to the side. That is when the soft expanse of the curve of her back would be bare for all to see, the fabric of the dress scalloping right at the low of her back. The most daring of ensembles one would have ever seen the Lady Protector wear.
It suited her, such a contradiction of modesty with bold daring. One would wonder why she chose this particular dress.
Too bad that those who were aware of her type of humor were neither present nor alive.
What manner of thoughts she had in regards of her escort would be carefully hidden away in that familiar expression of welcome and cordial greeting.
Not a single word had been directed at Sergeant Major [member="Sarge Potteiger"] 's direction.
At least not yet.
First Annual Protectorate Ball
Camp Lanthala - Protectorate Base Outside Theed
Moonlight would stream down in silver rays, casting it's sheen upon the Protectorate military came through the gate. This would occur throughout Protectorate Space in hundreds of venues -- some in high security military bases, while others would have the luxury of utilizing a far more lax venue.
With Naboo being so close to Confederate Space, and in the wake of the increasing threat of the One Sith, it was understandable that the Protectorate Day ball would open it's doors at Camp Lanthala. However, what would differentiate this one is that while others would have the Lord and Lady Protector cast their welcoming and celebratory speech via holo-recording, here on Naboo, they would beheld the Lady Protector's tangible presence.
There, with a small smile that lit her lightly tanned face, stood Cira bedecked in a slinky navy blue dress that would softly hug her shape. Modest at first glance, there was nothing too overt or scandalous -- that is, until she would turn to the side. That is when the soft expanse of the curve of her back would be bare for all to see, the fabric of the dress scalloping right at the low of her back. The most daring of ensembles one would have ever seen the Lady Protector wear.
It suited her, such a contradiction of modesty with bold daring. One would wonder why she chose this particular dress.
Too bad that those who were aware of her type of humor were neither present nor alive.
What manner of thoughts she had in regards of her escort would be carefully hidden away in that familiar expression of welcome and cordial greeting.
Not a single word had been directed at Sergeant Major [member="Sarge Potteiger"] 's direction.
At least not yet.