Public The Exhibition of Light

[Colette]

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Colette nodded.

"We all have times like that," she said and sighed. "Somedays you just wanna go to bed and never wake up. But then you realize that's the coward's way."

"Nothing wrong with letting yourself feel what you need to feel, you know? If you need to be the rain cloud on a sunny day, then just make sure the only one getting hurt is yourself. And make sure you don't let yourself linger in it."

"Got anyone around you that you could talk to? Someone to help you get out of this mood?"

 

[Aistrella]

Location: Parlor, Exhibition of Light - Naboo
Tag: Darth Carnifex Syreeta Ming

The Exhibition of Light. The words alone made Aistrella cringe, causing a delicate shudder to pass through her petite frame. The venue itself, choked as it was in the cursed Light Side, had settled upon her senses like a leaden shroud, churning her stomach and setting her teeth on edge. It was only the Eternal Father’s presence that kept her tethered, as His dark gravity anchored her against the tide of grotesque incandescence seemingly pressed in from all sides. Still, with His permission, she had excused herself from the parlor to brave the wider exhibition without Him.

Although Aistrella did not want to be away from the Eternal Father for long, the exhibition had presented an opportunity. Specifically, it offered the chance for her to survey all the new technologies on offer, in the hopes of finding something which might allow her to improve upon the Midnight Harmony—the set of floating blades which she wielded as her chosen weapon of the Bloodsteel Symphony Shikkari martial art. Its foundation was an electromyographic sensor array integrated into her bodysuit, which translated her body movements into control signals that were then transmitted to her blades to guide their aerial trajectories.

To that end, Aistrella had focused her attention on propulsion, communications, and sensor technologies, drifting from stall to stall with a gaze that was equal parts curious and scrutinizing. However, after finding little of relevance to her needs, the small-statured elf was soon compelled to return to the parlor.

It was then, just as she entered the hallway just outside of the parlor, that her skin began to prickle as if she were being poked by several tiny needles at once, sending a shiver racing down her spine.

Aistrella briefly stopped, her nose twitching with disgust before she pressed onward. She made her way into the parlor just a few moments later, and there before her caught sight of a fair-skinned Human woman clad in white robes. A panicked waitress with tear-streaked features nearly ran over the tiny elleth, compelling Aistrella to swiftly step aside as the woman fled from the parlor. She turned her head, regarding the spell-invoked barrier pulsing around the waitress with momentary interest before shifting her attention back to the woman directly confronting the Eternal Father.

In that, it did not take long for Aistrella to realize that this excursion into High Republic space had just become interesting!

“Oh, hello~” Aistrella spoke up in a lilting tone as she came up a few paces behind the woman. “Am I...interrupting something?”

 

[Vess Sadragen]

Vess had already marked Zaiya when she started coming her way, not as a target, but as a movement that didn’t quite match the flow of the crowd. Too quick, too distracted, weaving instead of drifting. It stood out just enough to pull her attention, even as she kept walking.

Which was exactly why she didn’t move out of the way in time.

The impact wasn’t hard, more of a sudden shift in space than anything else, but it was enough. Vess’s hand came up on instinct, steadying herself as her eyes dropped immediately not to the girl, but to what mattered first.

Food.

One of the pastries dipped dangerously, gravity already claiming it.

Vess moved before it could finish the fall. Her hand snapped out, quick and precise, catching the edge of the packet just before it slipped free. The motion was clean, controlled, the kind of reflex that came from years of grabbing things that weren’t supposed to be hers. She adjusted her grip smoothly and nudged it back into place with the others, steadying the precarious balance without crushing anything.

“Careful,” she said, her voice calm, low, but playful. Only then did her attention lift. Hazel eyes moved from the rescued food to the girl holding it, taking her in quickly. Bright, distracted, a little too open, the kind of girl the streets would pick clean in moments.

“You alright?” Vess asked, her tone softening slightly, one hand still hovering near the food for a second longer in case it decided to make another escape attempt. Her gaze flicked briefly over the crowd around them, a quick, habitual check to make sure the collision hadn’t drawn attention it shouldn’t have, before settling back on her again.

A faint hint of amusement touched the corner of her mouth.

“That was nearly a tragedy.”

TAG: Zaiya Ceti + OPEN
Indirect TAG: Lily Rhodes
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[Lily Rhodes]

Something in his tone and the faint lift at the corner of his mouth told Lily she was being far too obvious. She flashed him a smile, her entire demeanour shifting, her focus settling on him instead of flitting to the treasures around her begging to be taken. She was not a kleptomaniac, however, sometimes situations presented themselves and Lily just couldn’t resist.

Stealing under the watchful eyes of a Jedi on a promenade that had more than a dozen alert security officers?

This was her idea of a good game.

“The Order, mostly. They’d have me full time but our,” she tilted her head, her nose wrinkling as she tried to find the right word. “Shall we say ideals? Don’t always align.”

She inclined her head, indicating they should walk, letting her gaze roam the crowd, more leisurely this time as she carefully lowered her barriers, letting the flood of surface thoughts wash over her, thinning them out as she searched for her first mark while paying close attention to the Jedi.

Her eyes found someone dressed in black and white, all silks and fur the perfect mark if it wasn’t for the fact he was surrounded by far too many people. She marked him for later and carried on, checking the stalls when she caught sight of a flash of a familiar easy smile framed by dark hair that made her stop. For a moment she forgot she was in a conversation with someone else.

What was Vess doing here?

And was that Discoball she was talking to?

She shook herself, tearing her gaze away and back to the Jedi at her side. “How long have you been with the Order?” she asked.

Tag Daxin Veyr
Indirect: Zaiya Ceti Vess Sadragen Braze

 

[Aris Noble]

A scent of blood, the dull thudding of a blade into wood. Aris glanced briefly from the ship he'd been studying, glancing through the crowd. Well, over the crowd. Golden eyes narrowed faintly. Grandfather. He took a slow sip of his drink, staring from a distance towards the similarly towering figure. He didn't approach, but simply lingered where he was.

Someone else had already approached, and seemed to be handling it. That was enough probably. He didn't think Carnifex would try anything here, but he could never be too careful after everything that had already happened.

Zaiya Ceti | Darth Carnifex

 

[Braze]

"Sir Tane, how lovely to see you,""Master Braze, I have heard of your forrays in design and couture...but I must say you look absolutely splendid."
"I do not wish to be that person...but can we dispense with the quarrel and hold it for another time, it isn't good for the optics of any business if we can't maintain a civil front."
"Sir Ronhar," "I believe we have a scheduled meeting with the former prefect of the Imperial Confederation next week, have you managed to gain some traction in the affairs of Mahporeem or should the N&Z take you up on your request?"
"Master Braze...might I inquire if by any chance you would be willing to design me something when time would allow for it? "

"I'm not gonna pretend like I know what that means," "But sure. Why not."
"So, where do y'all have this booth set up?" "I might see about bringing something to Jalen if I can. He should still be here on Naboo. At least, he hasn't told me he's left yet."

Tags: Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Jasper Kai'el ​

Braze blinked, then smiled at her before slipping his black-gloved hand into one of his long sleeves and drawing out a bejeweled card holder, or perhaps a cigarette case, its surface black and lustrous beneath the light, a blue sapphire phoenix emblazoned across the front in a gleam of cool fire.

He clicked it open and extended it toward the woman. Between his fingers sat a card that looked less printed than presented: a field of rich black framed by softened, rounded corners, its face washed in silver filigree fine as jewelry-work. At the crown, a slender hanger motif arched in polished silver, dressed in delicate ornament and diamond shapes that caught the eye without crowding it. Beneath, in elegant script, Eshan Echelon swept across the card; with the line Elegance made effortless. slanted neatly at the bottom like the last flourish of a signature. Even the edges carried a faint gray halo, a soft shadow that made the little thing seem costly, and unmistakably his.

"We can talk business another day, darling…"

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"Yeah? I'm pretty sure I saw him during our Temple guard trials. I bet some good food might cheer him up he didn't seem to be having a good day. Does he like spicy stuff? I know we make spicy pizza and they have some spiced noodles he might like but I think we should check out the stall Casaana has here. She has some good noodles I hear and I'd like to support her. "

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Darth Carnifex Aistrella Syreeta Ming | Open​

For a while, Lysander wandered the festival by himself. His temporary quarters were close to the exhibition grounds, and the idea of sitting inside and listening to festivities would’ve surely been stifling. Here, at least, the open air filled his lungs. And if he was honest with himself, there was a little thread of curiosity pulling at him. Naboo always had that effect on him.

Fresh from Covenant space, he’d welcomed the quiet. It gave him space to prepare before the inevitable conversations ahead; it was always good to pull back the mental layers and recalibrate whenever possible. Another thought floated in. Naniti. She would’ve enjoyed something like this. They probably would’ve critiqued all the overcooked meats or improperly prepared noodles. Possibly both. Definitely both. A small smile touched his lips, letting that ghost walk beside him for a few seconds.

Tonight, he’d traded his usual black for earthy tones.. a sage tunic, beige leggings, and boots to match. The lighter palette was.. strange. At some point, he’d acquired an ice cream cone, and cradled it with the elegance one might reserve for a glass of Corellian red.

He was midway through another slow lick when a dark chord wove through the music.. a signature he recognized instantly. No doubt about it: the Eternal Father.

So, that was when his path diverted, heading for a tea house at a casual pace. First, he spotted the girl.. a young waitress, or so he presumed, fleeing and nearly colliding with him. Lysander inhaled deeply; witnessing this scene brought him no pleasure. Yet how could he feign disgust when the Tapani Sector had fallen beneath his own blade? Sure, his moral compass might point to a warped north.. but its perversion was consistent.

Lysander savored another taste of the frozen confection before advancing. “Lord Carnifex,” came the dry observation, accompanied by a nonchalant lift of shoulders. “Your arrival seems to have prompted quite the exodus. I would have never pegged this tea house as Theed’s most dangerous spot tonight.”

Then, he lowered his chin in deference first to the Eternal Father before turning his attention to the others.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Vess Sadragen Aris Noble

Zaiya gasped like the galaxy itself had just wobbled off its axis, her bioluminescent mottled spots flickering in a startled pink-white sparkle, before immediately shifting into a dramatic swirl of golden distress as she looked down at the pastries like they were wounded soldiers.

"My snack squad--!" she blurted, clutching the rescued bundle closer to her chest. Then she froze, the Lovalla still for a moment as she had the most sheepish expresison over her delicate glowing face.

A few blink then slowly, those opal blue eyes lifted to Vess, all wide eyed and shimmering like she had just witnessed a miracle performed entirely with hand-eye coordination.

As if she wasn't a Jedi Knight herself who could have done exactly that, but hey, panic is as panic does when it comes to food and wanting to make sure it didn't splatter on the ground.

"You… caught it," she said, hushed with awe all delightfully impressed "You caught it mid-fall. That was TOTALLY Jedi-level pastry intervention."

Of course, her bright beaming grin only made the colorshifting dazzle as a vibrant bright orange tinted her freckles with curiosity, sending little pulses of delighted teal along her arms as her bracelets jingled.

"I'm okay! Emotionally recovering," she added quickly, nodding quickly as if that clarified everything. "Physically? Also okay. Spiritually? Deeply grateful to you and your heroic reflexes."

Zaiya shifted the pastries in her arms, then leaned in just a tiny bit, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

"I named them, you know," she whispered. "This one's Cinnamon Courage, that one's Berry Brave, and that one--" she pointed with her chin, since her hands were full, "--that one's Greg. Greg was not ready to die today."

There was this sort of hilariously awkward pause as the a few passerbys just stared at the pair. Not that Zaiya cared about it. She was used to people staring. Then the next instant, the Lovalla KNight straightened, beaming at Vess like she'd just adopted her.

"You saved Greg," she declared with an even brighter grin. "Well, until Greg is safe in my belly. Or Aris's. Hmmm... both? We do like to share." she chatted away like a little bird happily, then without warning, the Lovalla stepped sideways to match Vess's pace, clearly deciding this was now a shared journey.

Mainly because she could sense Aris being in this direction.

"I'm Zaiya, by the way. Professional walker-into-people, part-time snack guardian," she added cheerfully. "You seem like the kind of person who saves pastries and lives. Do you do both? Or is it more of a hobby situation?"

It was then that Zaiya's head gave a slight cant, feeling the resonance from Aris. There was some concern coming through her necklace. It wasn't immediate.. but.. hrmmm...

What could it be?

 

[Del Mirah]

Tags: Katherine Holt

Del swung her legs back and forth on the bench, her stylus scratching across the screen of her datapad. She was attempting to sketch the bustling plaza, but the lines were jagged and unrefined. Drawing usually calmed her racing mind, yet today it only highlighted her isolation.

Everywhere she looked, people were gathered in tight-knit groups, laughing and sharing an energy she couldn't quite tap into. She had tried to mingle, but her sharp tongue and insistence on order tended to drive people away. She missed the familiar faces from home who actually understood her.

A sigh escaped her as she leaned back to look at the Naboo sky. Her internal grumbling stopped the moment she spotted a figure gliding through the air. Del stood up, her eyes locked on the flight path. The way the sunlight caught those feathers was mesmerizing. Forget the corporate pavilions and the boring ship designs; this was the most interesting thing here. She tucked her datapad against her stomach and marched through the crowd, determined to get a closer look.

She intercepted the tall redhead just as the woman smoothed out her outfit. Del didn't bother with a polite greeting or an introduction. She just stood there, staring upward.

"You are beautiful," Del blurted out. She didn't mean it as a compliment so much as a statement of fact. Her gaze shifted immediately to the massive appendages folded behind the woman. "And those wings. They're incredible."

Del stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she began a clinical examination of the feathers and the way they connected to the woman's back. The girl's natural curiosity took over, overriding any sense of social grace.

"What are you?" she asked. Her voice was sharp and abrasive, less an inquiry and more a demand for a biological classification.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

With that, the magnetic presence that had captured the entire tea parlor in frightening rapture was lifted. The rest of the staff quickly fled through whatever means was available to them, leaving the parlor vacant save for those they fled from. The Dark Lord gave no indication as to whether or not He was pleased or disappointed by the unfolding events, His expression never once changing. The Dark Side of the Force rolled around Him like an event horizon, one that courted total oblivion to any who dared to peer too long at its center.

"Do not delude yourself into believing you had done that girl a kindness. She'll take her own life long before you have a chance to find her again. Those of lesser cognition cannot withstand the burden of my gaze, for once something is known and experienced it cannot be forgotten."

It had happened countless times before, the Dark Lord's sight could entice, enthrall, and drive one to madness in equal measure. Those that have known such power were irrevocable changed, and many could not live without the sensation. If they could not bind themselves to the Dark Lord in whatever way possible, then they often drove themselves to absolute self-destruction.

He doubted this time would be different.

"I assume you have a reason to trespass, one that appears logical to you." The Dark Lord walked in a long arc around the woman, stopping only when standing near one of the new arrivals, Olyssandra. Reaching down, the Dark Lord gently pressed His fingers against the Quendesh's scalp and lightly tousled her platinum blonde hair. His gaze met Lysander's as well, "Such things are unavoidable, wouldn't you agree?" His hand let go of Olyssandra's head, but remained close to her nonetheless.

"Perhaps my priestess can find some enjoyment at this festival after all."

Syreeta Ming | Aistrella | Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Munching on her noodles - a great chewy, bouncy texture - Persephone rolled her eyes at the mention of boys. Trouble was, Casaana knew Jedi boys, and frankly those were the worst ones. Was she going to tell her friend that? Not at all, especially since half of them were probably Casi's friends and there was no reason to delve into the what or why.

"Call them? Oh no Casi. Boys already have a unneeded since of entitlement. We can't make their egos bigger. Thanks though."

Someone Casi knew arrived, some Jedi Master with her kid? Grandkid? What was surprising was that Casi was going to give the kid caf. Now, Persephone didn't know much about kids but she certainly knew they couldn't have caf. Even when her little sister begged for it, Persie typically made a fancy chocolate milk and called it caf.

This kid was already flying, wait until they were bouncing off the walls.

Still feeling awkward about not helping, she tried a different approach.

"You sure you don't want help? Zee is just standing right there."

[ I am not designed for food service Miss Persephone. ]

"I'm sure you'd figure it out Zee."

Matsu Ike ​

 

[Liana Organa]

Minerva Fhirdiad - Ayumi Pallopides​

"I— Well, thank you. I like to think it, but it feels nice to hear from someone else." Liana had started with a more prim and proper response, but she felt a sense of relief upon realizing she could take this opportunity to be a little less formal. Even if she wasn't exactly close with Minerva, there was enough of an interconnection there to make her feel at ease. Besides, it's not like the Mandalorian of all people was going to be put off by a little informality, right?

"Oh, thank you for the offer Senator, but I've already done a bit of sampling from your stall. I admit it was the first place I stopped when I arrived. It's high time I expose myself to something new, I think." Liana had much interaction with the Senator from Denon (as well as the Chancellor, who was herself from Denon), and by extension found herself learning more and more about the world itself. But she needed to cast her net wider than just the few folks who had already offered support. She needed to earn that support from others who had yet to see her side of things. "It is nice to see you as well, Ayumi," She smiled, letting herself remain a little more casual now, "The procedure of the Senate doesn't always leave room for really knowing people." She found it tiring at times. She was still just a kid at the end of the day, with a lot riding on her shoulders. Days like this, which were less about politics and more about living in the moment, spoke to her in a way that her job could not always do.

 

[Syreeta Ming]

Syreeta rolled her eyes at Carnifex's claim that the waitress would kill herself after having encountered him. She had witnessed - and committed - terrible atrocities during her time as a cultist, but this level of edginess was so ridiculous that it became self-parody.

Two other Sith appeared on the scene, one a tiny elfin woman and the other a blond-haired youth. Syreeta didn't even glance their way. They were in a public space, in broad daylight, in the heart of the Republic, surrounded by soldiers and Jedi. They would not be so foolish as to start a fight here.

"On Moorja, you had a specific target," Syreeta said, looking directly into Carnifex's eyes - supposedly, one of the galaxy's leading causes of suicide. "A woman. She was pregnant. You beat down her defenses and captured her. Tell me what you did with her and her baby."

Darth Carnifex Lysander von Ascania Aistrella​

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Tag: Ayumi Pallopides Liana Organa
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At the food invitation by the senator, Minerva smirked. "You know what, I just might try this sponge cake you're talking about. Hope your fair got some good liquor."

She didn't think of herself as a glutton, yet when there was ever an opportunity Minerva enjoyed food. Whether in battle or surviving in the wilderness, you get by rations and whatever is available. It made her appreciate the good stuff even more so.

Listening to Liana some more, Minerva titled her head. Sounds like she is doing all she can to be her own person. The warrior respected that sentiment before remarking more causally. "Well it seems like you came to the right place to get to know people. I usually do that in a cantina, though there are less chances of punching someone here."

She chuckled at that last comment, it being partially a joke and partially true.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Liana Organa Minerva Fhirdiad

She looked at Minerva and gave a that is the spirit nod. "We have a Barrel Aged Reserve, some of the finest. A sweet red wine made from the largest Melons we have grown in the new vertical gardens, for the kids there are flavored energy, sweet, water and milks.... and we are carving up krayt dragon ribs for each table to have one. SHould be more then enough but we have the second rack ready just in case." She didn't ignore Liana though in it as she didn't want to look like she was being dismissed even if it felt like that. "Lady Organa, you are sadly correct there is never enough time to get to know them all. Though staying here on Naboo if you are representing your world it will give you a chance to meet many."

She said it while she was walking a little to show to Minerva as the stalls were there with a look. THe tables that were there set up with long seven foot plates as the Krayt Ribs were propped between the sides. End to end with the curve of the rib sizzling as the biots were slicing thick sections off onto Kabobs and peoples plates. Strips being set up for sandwiches and more. The fried treats there as fair food and drinks while Ayumi smiled. "We have some of the finest, though the Sophros Fruits are wonderful, sweet juice inside the membrane sacs inside." She looked at the mandalorian with a nod for her to be able to load up and try it. "Enjoy. Yourself."

 

[Aistrella]

Location: Parlor, Exhibition of Light - Naboo
Tag: Darth Carnifex Syreeta Ming Lysander von Ascania

Another figure arrived in the tea parlor while the remainder of the wait staff fled in a panic. In that, Aistrella fixed him with a brief, curious stare, taking in his earthy-toned outfit and the ice cream cone in his grasp. Even without knowing who he was on initial impression, she immediately sensed that he was someone else of particular strength and note, by virtue of his entering the tea parlor amidst the retreating staff and ostensibly unfazed appearance.

In contrast, Aistrella’s features flushed a delicate rose when the Eternal Father playfully tousled her hair. His titanic form dwarfed her so completely that His singular palm could have quite easily encompassed her entire skull. And yet, the touch of her God was gentle and achingly tender, so much so that it was almost all she could do to keep herself dignified in His presence.

An electric surge raced up her spine, and the tiny Quendesh clenched her jaw in restraint as the all-consuming warmth of His dark presence washed over her in a tide of molten devotion. Had it not been for her Shikkari conditioning and the forging her will into a weapon, the urge to claw her own eyes out and slice open her own arteries might have consumed her, as it would for the unfortunate waitress.

Instead, the small-statured elleth trembled almost helplessly beneath His hand, as a leaf dancing beneath the shadow of a God!

 

[Matsu Ike]

Persephone Dashiell Casaana

Matsu looked at the jedi as she offered it and Hanae gave a look while she moved to sit in the air in front of her mother with the drink. "You cool." She said it and Matsu held a hand out as she slipped a credit chit to Hanae with a smile. "I will try and noodle." She looked at Casaana as she sslid a finger along the chit and she had two between her fingers with a third rolling along the knuckles for a tip. "An investment Casaana in your endeavors." She said it and put the three fifty credit chits down with a look at Hanae got her tea and she looked at it. Her hands holding it while she looked it over, nose held over as she sniffed twice just like her mother with food or flowers or momma.

"Hmm." She saaid it but her eyes were looking at Casaana in case she was going to show the chocolate after she took a sip... tell her no tradebacks like Midori and Saki... she always lost to the intergalactic dibs protocol a the no take backs accord. "THank you." She said it before taking a drink and she was already vibrating in the aair. THe only way to be able to latch onto her mother and be able to move so she didn't fall into the plaanet. The first taste came to her... sweet, sugary... a hint of a rush... Hanae looked up as she turned a testing sip into a gulp and then two and three. Her body feeling it in the force as all of Casaana's five thousand grams of sugarr in the tea were going into the five year olds body...

And then the world was frozen as she looked at her mother who could see her.. she saw everything but she was moving and nothing else moved... her body practically vibrating through everything from the sugar rush her body was processing. SHe was looking at the droid as it was dancing but mimiced in the air as she was there with his dancing. "WHEEEEEE."

 

[Casaana]

I've got Gruuvan Shaal Kebabs, Gungan Broth Noodles, Constable's Caps, Cavaellin Spice Creams, and Moogan Tea, Sunrise Caf, and Paonga Fresca to drink.

Laughing at the flying child dancing through the air, Casaana fixed up the noodles Master Ike wanted and handed them over along with a sunrise caf, brightly saying "Here, so you can keep up." She hadn't thought that there was that much sugar in the drink, but then she had sprinkled some extra on top. Plus it was probably smart to have Master Ike remember the free caf when recalling this moment, not Casaana giving a five-year-old a sugar drink. She was a wise and crafty Padawan. "And thanks!" She added on seeing the tip. "Enjoy the Exhibition you two!"

As Persephone spoke, Casaana nodded along in agreement. "Ohh, that's a good point, you're right. I mean, you've prolly never met him, but you sound like you know him already." Stepping back to let Zee try her hand at working her cobbled together booth, Casaana grabbed herself a sunrise too. She wasn't a big caf drinker, but it tasted more like a spiced milk tea to her, so it was alright. She then went to join Persephone, "So, how've you been?"

Persephone Dashiell Matsu Ike​

 

[Tirin Raene]

Darth Carnifex
With a simple, gentle touch of his hand, Tirin remedied any lingering effects, ailments, or trauma upon the girl through the Force, restoring her thoughts and mind to what they had been before the profane touch.

He saw to it that the parlor was emptied around them, civilians and attendants quietly guided beyond the reach of that profane presence, until the creature stood with little left to feed upon but its own ugliness.

“How pitiful…” a voice soft as summer rain spoke up. “And embarrassing, really. With all your holdings, all your power, all your followers, with all that lies at your command… this is what remains of you? No majesty, nor true purpose… only a creature so poorly entertained by its own reach that it must come here and reduce itself to spectacle for scraps of attention.”

Tirin, violet eyes lined in coal, stared at the man, or rather the monster, before him in the parlor, looking wholly unimpressed.

“I had expected more dignity from a dark lord...but this... is just pathetic.”

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Exhibition of Light
Tags: Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata | Open

The Exhibition of Light presented an excellent opportunity. Several, in fact. Adelle walked the exhibition at a measured pace, wearing one of the more casual—so-called—outfits from Aurelian’s tailors. She had brought Kael with her, feeling more than a little guilty at not being able to spend more time teaching and training him. Eighteen though he was, he hadn’t had an adult to guide nor a clan to teach him for five years. And he’d lived in the wilderness for the most part, only going into the city when winter hit and hunting became poor. The Exhibition would be beneficial for his education.

Sunlight glinted off the gold embroidery on the navy blue damask surcoat she wore, a blue and gold sash and a black belt cinching the light white tunic. That too had gilt embroidery on its hem, cuffs, and collar, making her look far wealthier than she should. Kael’s outfit was in a similar style but she had asked for his input on colors. Adelle only hoped the Nabooian style apparel wasn’t uncomfortable for him.

The other reason she was here was evident in the displays of technology and ships at different vendors. As an ambassador, she was obligated to look out for Mandalore’s interests and authorized to make trade agreements.

“I hope this isn’t overwhelming,” she said to her adopted son. “But I thought you should see the rest of what I do. As an ambassador, my time is divided between Kyrimorut and here, Theed. I know it’s vastly different from what you’re used to.”