Public The Exhibition of Light

[Lily Rhodes]

Lily caught the amusement in his tone, her gaze sliding away from Vess and Zaiya back to him. “You’d be surprised at just how simple it is.”

She didn’t elaborate, her eyes moving again keeping Ziaya and Vess in her peripherals as they walked, listening to Daxin’s story. A long time student the Order hadn’t given up on. That he thought they might said a lot more about the Order than it did about Daxin and whatever was holding him back.

Her attention in the force focused on him fully now, picking up the slight tension in his shoulders, the careful control of his tone. Unlike most Jedi he seemed more focused on physical sense than that which the force could give him.

She gave him a knowing smile, so he had noticed what she was up to.

“Why on earth would a hobby like reading be disapproved of by the Order?” she asked innocently, though her eyes glittered with mischief before her gaze moved forwards again. “Jedi claim to be the good guys, they're not honest about their flaws, which makes them harder to trust. Plus,” she said with a small shrug “I’ll be dead before I call someone ‘Master.’”

Her eyes drifted back to Vess and Zaiya, shifting their path towards them. “So, if you’ve been with the Order for years, what’s holding you back?”

Zaiya Ceti Daxin Veyr Vess Sadragen

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Naboo - Theed
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Quinn Varanin | OPEN

Lily nodded her head, with a soft laugh. "It is fine. I tend to be considered overdressed for many events that I attend. And, yes, I am from the Decoria clan." She felt a warmth in the recognition, it was something that Lily had to appreciate since it was always something that she desired, to be recognised by the leader of her homeworld. It meant far more to her than the rank of Jedi Master. Eshan was always home to Lily and held great importance to her.

"I am glad to hear that, I have been told by my mother and grandmother that they are thrilled that things on Eshan are moving in a positive direction once again." Stagnation had caused some harm for Eshan a while ago but a new, present leader had clearly reinvigorated things once again and Lily's mother, Rose, worked hard with the crown to help the people. "It has been a great comfort to hear such positive news from home, it felt refreshing in the face of a lot of other concerning news that I have been receiving in my work."

Walking with Quinn, Lily moved with the subtle, strong grace of a well trained Echani. Shifting from her more casual gait to a formal Echani one that Lily held for many years when living on Eshan. Clearly aiming to continue to impress her queen as they conversed and walked, "renewable energy source could be a good thing for Eshan indeed. Any preference on the energy source you were seeking?" Lily asked, it was a surprise for Quinn to be personally working on such a matter, others might have delegated such work.

"I am part of the Jedi Order here, a Battle Master. Sometimes, I think it is good for the Jedi to step outside their temples and see how ordinary citizens work and where their focuses are. A reminder of what we are fighting for." Lily stated as she felt a bundle of nerves as she confessed to being a Jedi, while she knew that nothing bad would happen to her family over such a role, Lily couldn't help but feel nervous on confessing being an enemy to the order that Quinn belonged to.

Looking around the stores, "if you would like, I would be happy to keep you company while we walk around. I do also wish to talk further on matters pertaining to ongoing situations."

 

[Daxin Veyr]

Lily Rhodes

"Yes they have - historically - always hated reading," Daxin said, smiling back at her. The low thread of amusement that suggested he wasn’t particularly convinced.

His gaze shifted briefly, catching the direction she was angling them in before returning to her. He didn’t comment on it, but he adjusted his pace without thinking, letting himself be guided rather than stopping it.

He wasn't entirely certain why he was following at this point. Was it because he thought she would try and lift something? Was it because she was pretty? He didn't know.

"I am what holds me back," he explained. "A lack of self control."

His jaw shifted slightly, as if he had almost said more and decided against it.

"I’m good at what they teach," he added, more lightly now, as if smoothing over the edge of the previous admission. "Just not always at when to stop."

His gaze flicked back to her then, catching that same glint of mischief in her eyes, matching it with something just as measured.

"The master thing is weird right?" he asked suddenly.

 

[Emberlyn Kislo]

The Kingsguard's movement registered before the space fully formed, their presence carving a subtle boundary through the crowd as Aurelian stepped into it. Conversations softened in their wake, the natural rhythm of the plaza bending just enough to accommodate him without disruption. Emberlyn did not shift away from it, nor lean into it—she simply remained where she was, allowing the world to reorganize around his presence as it seemed so accustomed to doing.

The curtsy was given. The moment passed.

And then he closed the distance.

The brush of his presence was immediate—closer than formality required—and the light kiss against her cheek carried with it a warmth that felt familiar in a way the setting no longer was. It lingered just long enough to collapse the years between then and now into something tangible. She did not step back, but something in her expression softened, if only slightly, as recognition settled more fully into place.

"Oh, I would never deprive my people of seeing their King, my sweet cousin."

The corner of her mouth curved faintly at that, the expression restrained but genuine.

"I would expect nothing less," she replied, her tone even, familiarity threading through it now with more ease than before.

Her hand rested against his offered arm without hesitation, the contact deliberate, natural, aligning with his movement as they began forward. The layered silk of her gown shifted softly with each step, catching the exhibition's warm light in fluid, liquid tones. The faint scent of water and stone lingered in the air, cool against the warmth of the crowd, while the distant hum of powered displays threaded low beneath the murmur of voices and the gentle rhythm of the fountains.

"A manufacturer," she repeated quietly, her attention already shifting ahead of them, settling on the ring of ships as they came into clearer view. "Then these aren't just displays."

Her gaze moved across the nearest prototype—not lingering on its silhouette, but traveling along it with quiet precision. Lines. Weight. Intent. The way it sat against its own frame.

"They're positioning for contracts."

Not a question. Not speculation.

Recognition.

She allowed the thought to rest there, unforced, as they continued forward.

Then his voice lowered.

Closer.

"Where have you been?"

Her gaze lingered on the ships a moment longer, as though anchoring the answer in something tangible before offering it.

"Not as far as it might seem," she said, her tone softer now, though no less measured. "Just… elsewhere."

A slight pause followed—not evasive, but selective.

"Dathomir had its pull," she admitted, glancing toward him briefly, a quiet awareness settling behind the words, "though not enough to keep me entirely removed."

Her attention returned forward, the polished hulls ahead catching fractured light in sharp, deliberate reflections.

"I've spent more time rebuilding than retreating," she continued, the weight of it carried in how simply it was said. "Some of it necessary. Some of it overdue.”

A breath passed between them, filled with the low hum of the exhibition and the soft echo of water against stone.

"And I've found that distance has a way of clarifying which rooms are actually worth walking back into."

Her gaze shifted to him—brief, intentional.

"This one included."

The moment settled, not lingering long enough to invite interpretation before her attention shifted again—this time fully, deliberately—into the space ahead of them.

"If the Crown is considering procurement," she said, her tone changing almost imperceptibly, tightening into something more analytical, more engaged, "then the question won't be which design looks the most impressive."

Her gaze fixed on the nearest ship, not admiring—assessing. It moved across the hull in segments, as if dismantling it piece by piece without ever touching it. The curve of the plating. The spacing of intake vents. The slight forward bias in how the frame carried its own weight.

"They've all been built to sell confidence," she continued evenly. "Clean lines. Aggressive profiles. Enough modularity to sound adaptable without truly being it."

Her fingers adjusted lightly against his arm—not emphasizing, simply grounding the thought as it formed.

"But look closer," she added, quieter now, her focus narrowing without intensity. "That one—" her gaze shifted subtly toward the Egret, indicating it without gesture, "—its mass distribution leans forward. It'll hold well in controlled descent, but push it under sustained atmospheric stress and it begins compensating in ways the pilot won't feel until efficiency starts slipping."

A brief measured pause.

"And the Barracuda…" her eyes flicked toward it, a faint trace of consideration settling in, "it's designed to hunt, not endure. It performs exactly as intended—right up until something forces it outside that intent."

She let the observations breathe, not stacking them, not filling the space unnecessarily. Around them, the quiet hum of systems continued, the crowd flowing at a careful distance as light shifted across metal and water alike.

"They're not flawed," she said after a moment. "Just… honest, if you know where to look."

Her gaze returned to him then—steady, composed, entirely unbothered by the weight of what she'd just laid out.

"If you're selecting for the Crown," she finished, "you won't want the ship that performs best on display."

A slight pause.

"You'll want the one that fails last."

TAG: Aurelian Veruna

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Indeed?" The Dark Lord's smile thinned, dangerous and predatory. "Amusement takes many forms, from the simplest spectacles to the height of splendorous performance. That you found the need to fill the air with empty words betrays the unease you feel, no matter how furtively you attempt to hide it. All that draws breath does so at my convenience, for existence caters only to the will of the strong. The weak are doomed to endure the inequities of those who would seek them harm. Fortunately today, unease is the worst you'll suffer."

He scooped up Olyssandra in one swift and seamless motion, placing her atop His left shoulder like she were a child. She was less than half His height, and thus sat comfortable across the broadness of His shoulder. The movement of elevating the small Quendesh would also reveal that He carried no weapon at His hip, the space normally occupied by a lightsaber completely vacant. He had truly come to the heart of the High Republic entirely unarmed.

Unarmed, but no less dangerous.

"As for the woman you speak of. She is my guest. For the time being she is under my guardianship until her pregnancy has run its course. She'll be released after. You can tell my fool of a son that he'll be reunited with his wife if he exercised the most harrowing of Jedi virtues - patience. I doubt he will listen."

Syreeta Ming | Aistrella
Lysander von Ascania | Tirin Raene ​

 

[Syreeta Ming]

Syreeta held Carnifex's gaze. She sensed no lie in his words.

Anger and revulsion were the chief emotions she felt, along with sorrow and sympathy for the mother and her child. No doubt this freak had vile plans for the baby. Though she did not know Jax Thio or Jairdain Ismet-Thio personally, she would do all that she could to help them.

Just when Syreeta was beginning to feel depressingly alone in her stand against evil, another Jedi arrived at the scene. Tirin Raene healed the damage done to the young waitress and made sure that the rest of the tea shop's patrons were able to escape to safety. Syreeta projected her gratitude via the Force while keeping her focus on the Sith.

In particular, her gaze locked on to the blond youth who seemed to love the sound of his own voice. He talked so much, in fact, that she recognized his accent. Of course a Ukatian would bow to a man who has imprisoned a pregnant woman so that he may steal her child after it is born. He certainly wasn't defying the stereotypes about Ukatis.

She faced Carnifex once again with a defiant glare. Much as she felt compelled to drive him out by the sword, starting a fight here would put the civilians around them in danger. "Leave this place now, fiend," she commanded. "Or put on some sunglasses."

Darth Carnifex Aistrella Lysander von Ascania​

 

[Tirin Raene]

Aistrella Lysander von Ascania Darth Carnifex Syreeta Ming

Tirin’s gaze brushed lightly toward the blonde, lingering only a moment before returning. There was no fear in his expression, only a silent look that spoke almost of weary disdain.

“It’s not the fall that hurts, is it, young one?"

His violet gaze settled on the taller man as he scooped the smaller being up, and a faint smile touched Tirin’s delicate, doll-like features, so slight it might have been missed, as though he found the long-winded propaganda more tedious than threatening. Through the Force, he offered Syreeta Ming a calm, gentle reassurance.

He smoothed his robes, then tightened the long crimson red satin ribbon crossing his narrow waist. Delicate slender fingers glided though dark raven tresses sweeping them back over a willowy shoulder. “Despite your desires, you hold no power over me, Dark Lord. The authorities have already been notified. I think it would be prudent for you to take your amusement elsewhere; your presence is unwelcome.”

Small and slender though he was, the raven-haired Jedi remained utterly unshaken, porcelain features untouched by any sign of panic. There was something eerie in that serenity, in the calm sort of stillness he held. His focus was keenly aware. He did not posture, or waste himself on outward displays. Yetl it was plain enough he was ready… balanced in the Force and watchful, and waiting with expectation.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lily Decoria //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn listened to Lily as they walked. It was nice to have that familiarity with another of her kind. It was a new experience; before, she had only had these kinds of moments when she was home. At home, there was no Sith or Jedi; there was only Eshan. It wasn't until the Alliance established a Jedi Temple. Quinn remembered how things began to shift: people followed the Jedi doctrine rather than their established religion of the Moon Goddess.

Sighing, Quinn was still dealing with that — they had become somewhat of a thorn in her side, and instead of helping…

She was blamed for their leader's leaving and abandoning them. Quinn thought quietly; it seemed common among the Jedi… she wanted to know why. But now wasn't a time for that.

"You're more than welcome to join me," She smiled, "Your company is always welcome."

Lily spoke of her time with the Jedi, and Quinn nodded — thinking nothing of it. To her, Sith and Jedi were religions people clung to; she followed the teachings her mother had taught her, and others followed their own. There was no reason in her mind to judge one's chosen path.

In reality, she didn't choose hers — so why should she ever judge someone else? They could be in the same position as she was in. Either way, Quinn mused as they entered the Expo and were instantly in the thick of the event.

"I'm not really sure," she paused, looking over a table that had intricate alternative wiring. The merchant watched her carefully as she admired some of the work.

"I know the Commonwealth has developed a lot of sustainability practices and machines… but I just want to see what else is out there before I dive back into the Empire resources." She smiled at the merchant and waved. She was done, mostly because she didn't fully understand it and didn't want to get distracted for too long.

"While the Empire has its resources, and so does the Mandalorian Empire… I want to introduce our people to other walks of life. The Republic is half a galaxy away… I don't want them to miss out on anything." She smiled, the sentiment born from her own childhood.

"I'm glad to hear your family is happy with our progress. Noelle was a good queen, but she was too easily swayed by the Alliance. Their stagnation weighed on our people…"

Quinn paused as she weighed her words, while Lily was an Echani — she was also a Jedi. The conversation of Sith versus Jedi was tiresome; Quinn hated it. There was never a right or a wrong answer…

"I just want Eshan to prosper — so I think doing this will help."

They continued to wander, and Quinn glanced towards the way Lily walked. There was a sense of pride in seeing the elegance of another Echani. She appreciated it.

"Do you go home often?"

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Naboo, Theed
Wearing: Outfit
Tags: Del Mirah​

Is this how I looked whenever I was hyperfocused towards something I was curious about?

The thought lingered in Katherine’s mind as she could almost practically see the gears in Del’s brain going, circulating through information. The redhead had been much the same during her own time as a Padawan. Although, that was more badgering Kahlil with question after question, especially post-research binge in the Jed Archives.

“It’s nice to meet you, Padawan Mirah.” She replied, shaking the young Mikkian’s hand. Katherine paused, expecting a follow up but quickly realized Del was staring again, particularly at her wings. When it seemed to finally dawn on the Padawan; evident by the faint flush across her cheeks, Katherine couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“Be at ease Padawan, far be it for me to admonish someone for their curiosity.” She replied, a smile on her face. “Firstly, I appreciate the compliment. And secondly, to give you an answer; as I suspect you won’t be satisfied without at least something…” Katherine continued, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“You can consider me an Epicanthix, but one that has natural wings. So I suppose the proper term would be an ‘offshoot’ of the species.”

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Naboo - Theed
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Quinn Varanin

"Stagnation is not the Echani way. Perhaps our previous queen realised that far too late and fled for that reason, I do not know. But it is good to have something that feels more stable, I am sure your mothers, all three of them, are pleased with your coronation as well." Lily stated, breathing in deeply, she was hoping to show that Lily had studied the royal family well and there was a respect towards them that came from not just mere status but with how that family had behaviours and were.

Lily listened as she looked around, seeing where things could be ordered so that they headed in the right direction for locating the venues that Quinn was desiring to see. "I understand, there should be some interesting variety here within the High Republic, and hopefully one of these vendors catches your eye." Lily breathed in deep once again, she felt the nerves clawing at her. Warning Quinn of what was discussed at the council was necessary but she knew others might not like her taking such bold moves. That they would trick themselves into thinking that Lily was aiding a Sith, not preventing the collapse of their Order, as Lily saw this course of action being.

"I have been home several times. I was actually there for your coronation, that was possibly my last time home. It was a beautiful ceremony." Lily recalled the ceremony, the grace that Quinn held and seeing both Sith and Mandalorians there, it was a strange sight. However, Lily knew Quinn's leadership was the best for her people. "I had meant to talk to you, I was hoping to coordinate as a liaison between the Jedi and yourself. A promise to support and help maintain your title, no matter who may attempt to control Eshan space." Lily did not assume the Mandalorian Empire was going anywhere any time soon, but one could not be too careful.

Empires and factions rose and fell all the time, Others could swoop in and attempt to change Eshan rulership entirely, as others had attempted in the past. Lily wanted to reassure Quinn that her duty to Eshan would always be there.

"I also wish to inform you that the council knows that you have ties to the Sith Order, that you are a Sith Lord." Lily said with a hushed voice, "I... I did my best to dissuade them from attempts to arrest you, or fight you. While some wish to talk and understand why a Sith desires to visit High Republic space, some cannot look past your Sith title and wish for your arrest." Lily sighed, she was not pleased with how the council meeting went, there was something uncomfortable about the fixation on Quinn being a Sith and therefore nothing else mattered.

Looking to Quinn, "I do not believe them right, not only have you ensured that there is no Sith influence on Eshan. You are willing to talk with me and you do not punish my family for their best warrior being a Jedi." Lily did not mince her words, she was the best fighter in the Decoria clan, and had been for a number of years now. "I know of Sith who would do such things, or hang such ideas over my head to blackmail me into obedience."

Her mind lingered on Darth Carnifex that was one of the Sith she believed would do such actions, but his way was not Quinn's way and Lily wanted to show that not all Jedi were like the ones that thought so negatively of Quinn as well.

"I offer this information so that you perhaps reassess the time spent in High Republic space, for your own safety. I am ashamed that I cannot ensure your safety here, but I do hope that we can talk more and that I can hopefully convince the council that your intentions are purely well meaning." Lily would not let the Jedi place a label on Quinn, especially if it was not a label that fitted the woman. If there was a chance to convince Quinn to sever the ties with the Sith then that must be explored and Lily believed a respectful approach was needed.

One that saw past what titles Quinn might hold now, and what could be.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lily Decoria //:

Quinn fell silent. She wanted to tell Lily about her plans to eventually free Eshan. To any Echani, an Eshan free of any overarching governments beyond their planetary government is a dream. It had been some time since the Echani Compact was a powerhouse in the galaxy. Quinn sought to make that happen again.

She knew the dangers of that; she knew it would go against the agreements she had with Aether and her Mother. But it was her dream, it was every Echani's dream.

Lily's words weighed on her chest. She wondered who had brought this to the Council's attention. She had done everything in her power to retain and conceal herself. Not because she wanted to hide, but because it was safer for those around her. If she let the force breathe through her, everyone would taste the horrid nightmare that gave her life.

Her face didn't show the concern or the spiraling thoughts she had. Did Bastila draw her in, only to betray her? Was there another that lingered outside of her thoughts and memory that knew more than they should? One face filtered into her mind as she thought.

She scoffed slightly, as she figured that encounter was not an accident.

"I see." Her words are soft.

A hand tilted through her cropped hair, a reminder of how she makes herself different from other Echani. How she did everything in her power to be different, yet others only saw what they wanted to see.

"You don't have to answer. Was the one who brought the issue to your Council a scrungly girl that seemed to find everything unpleasant?" her voice flat as she asked. It was a bland, not flattering, description. But she couldn't remember Colette's name, nor could she remember anything more.

"There was a woman who came up to me during the Chancellor's gala, she stared at me — looked like she knew me. She was…" Quinn closed her eyes, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose — why was this woman's so forgettable?

It was annoying.

"She was Reina's Master. I remember relaying that the girl was doing well…" Quinn didn't say more on the matter. She was opposed to how that issue had spiraled, and Reina was left abandoned. Quinn sighed.

"I appreciate the warning. I have played by all your rules. I have no ill will against the Republic as long as we are allowed to co-exist, but it seems like that is fragile as well."

Quinn mused slightly as she continued again through the stalls. She was certain no one was paying attention to this. Still, she decided to slip into their language, the spoken, to avoid rumors about herself anymore.

"Nanyë Sinda Heru, mal lá sanë ve hyarya. Istir te i nányë i Hildë?"She wanted to inquire about Bastila; she needed to know if she had accidentally put the girl in danger as well. The last thing Quinn wanted was the Jedi to speculate about a young woman who had only been kind to her…

"Ná leryalye sahtië an quetilye nin?" She asked softly. Again, Lily was one of her own; she wanted her safety secured.

Quinn shifted back to basics as she shrugged.

"I'm willing to take any more rules from the Jedi Council," Quinn huffed with a slight laugh.

"Do I get to choose my babysitter?"

 

[Aileni Ifor Xeraic]

Location: Naboo - Food Court
Attire: Large brown hoodie, grey shirt
Equipment: Dathomiri Energy Bow, practice saber
Tag: "Templar"

Aileni decided it could be a fun trip to see what the exhibition of light was all about. He heard some commotion going on around a cafe but didn't take too much notice personally since it didn't really concern him. However, Aileni was curious on the food situation from the vendors. That Zorren appetite seemed insatiable at times and he was still growing as well, exceeding the six foot height that seemed unusually tall for his age. His sensitive nose sniffing the air as he attempted to discern different aromas from the venues.

Testing his skills as he walked through the place. Trying to see if he could make out spices, flavourings and cooking styles. Being someone who loved to cook and experiment with food, Aileni was always tasting culturally unique food. A lot of what he ate on Dathomir growing up was what some might call survival eating. The bare minimum, since his mother was not as much of a foodie as he was.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Darth Carnifex Aistrella Syreeta Ming Tirin Raene​

Lysander lounged against the wall. The last of the ice cream sagged against the cone, and he bit into it. First, the melting scoop, then the crispy shell. Korriban had taught him that waste was unforgivable; he wouldn't dare abandon dessert over a few stun bolts from timid Republic guards.

The Sith's jaw stilled mid-chew as he regarded the pale monk, one corner of his mouth lifting in a private smile.

"Master Jedi," he murmured, "you would be wise to mind your own footing. Some drops kill without warning."

They acted like Naboo was being intruded, but surely reality was more humbling. If they wished it, the entire parlor could be reduced to cinders on a whim. The only reason the Light still breathed the same air here was because the Dark allowed it. A peculiar form of clemency.

He observed as the small figure settled onto the Eternal Father's shoulder, signaling departure was near. So, further conversation was now superfluous.

Pushing off the wall with lazy grace, he stepped ahead and moved to open the door with one hand, never looking back.

Let them cling to their delusions; the truth was written across the galaxy in ruined temples and devastated enclaves. Jedi and their ilk were dropping like nerf flies, forced into the Republic like wounded prey which nowhere left to go. Even the dimmest mind could see it. The Golden Age of Sith had dawned, whether they chose to acknowledge it or not.

The door was held open.

"Shall we, my Lord?"

Whether he would accompany the Kainite or go his own separate way afterward remained undecided.

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Naboo - Theed
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Quinn Varanin

Lily could tell that there were things that were going to be discussed that her news on the Jedi discarded. It was unfortunate but understandable, while Lily knew better than to try read Quinn from her body language, there was a temptation but Lily respected Quinn far too much to be that invasive without consent and she suspected that Quinn was a master in hiding her true thoughts and feelings. Especially when talking with another Echani. While Lily was more of an open book herself, she was never particularly good at deception or suppressing how she felt, especially when communicating with another Echani. Lily was aware that such abilities did exist, especially within her own community.

When asked about who brought it forward, the initial description was hard to go off from. Since Lily did not see that view of Colette personally, while the woman was a tough nut to crack, Lily did truly love her best friend. Hearing the mention of Quinn interacting with the described person at the chancellor's gala, Lily realised this was how Quinn perceived Colette and nodded her head. "It was the same person. She is my close friend, Colette Noble. I am also glad to hear that Reina is doing well, she did mention that you might have some connection with Reina, platonic or romantic, she was not sure."

"I know, if you had not then I would not be here warning you, I also would not be supporting your rule on Eshan. But unfortunately some hear Sith Lord and they cannot fathom that the person with that title is not like others with the same title, a sweeping generalization instead of attempting to understand the individual." Lily knew that most Sith were dangerous, that most Sith aimed to cause harm and destroy. Most wanted the High Republic gone and the Jedi Order wiped out. But most was not all. Most was not necessarily Quinn.

Lily wanted to try and demonstrate that not all Jedi were as willing to condemn.

"Nan credin i te carir; sa yára i yelmë lyen ar i Empressë ná sinome ista. Anan estanen i yára lyenya haryë ná tenna menya mar, menya lië." Lily had not spoken the native tongue in a few years but she fell back into her natural accent and tone when speaking it once again. Lily looked to Quinn and shrugged her shoulders in response to the second question initially. "Lá polin quetë tancavë. Merin lá; nyé intyë i credin i mára ná quetë ólye. An varë ohta ya mapuva ilya sina. Nai nin haryë i lérëa auta i riskar. Quen mauya carë sa."

Nodding her head, Lily shifted back to Basic as well. "I will ensure that they do not place too many rules and limitations on you, and I will tell them of your willingness to comply with any reasonable rules put forward."

When asked about who would be Quinn's babysitter, Lily smirked, "I do not think you get to choose anyone. They fear your words and influence could sway or corrupt the Padawans or less dedicated Knights. A compliment in a way, I would think." Lily tried to joke, "I think someone who is well respected, dedicated to the Light and someone who could keep up with you to ensure they could keep an eye on you. I would attempt to put my own name forward, but they might call be too biased in your favour to properly babysit you." Which would not be an unfair claim since Lily would give Quinn far too much freedom since she believed there was no ill intentions from her queen.

"But I will inform them that it has to be someone you agree to, only fair you get a say in who stalks you during the events you attend here." A compromise that she hoped the council would tolerate.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Jasper Kai'el Casaana ​

Braze brightened up at the idea of being able to show off his hard work to his father figure. It would be nice to have Jasper come visit and see for himself all the work that had been done. He brightened visibly, a giddy little smile touching his face at hearing that it might actually be possible.

"I would honestly love that." Braze chirped.

"Hey Cas~ Made a good amount of credits yet?" he asked curiously as he reviewed the menu and took in the sweet and savory scent of the fine foods there.

He sought out a good place to sit, then pulled out a chair and settled into it gently, crossing one pale leg over the other as he slipped off his long gloves. His fingers flexed once, twice, adjusting to the bare sensation. Then he drew what looked like a long, elegant pipe from the decorative black sash at his waist and placed it to his lips. He pressed strawberry pink lips to the mouthpiece and, instead of inhaling, blew softly through it. A cascade of prismatic little spheres spilled from the tip in a bright, weightless stream. The bubbles caught the faint brush of wind and drifted harmlessly through the air, floating off in glittering clusters before bursting whenever they brushed against something solid.

From there, he set down a small satin pouch embroidered with black velvet filigree vines, then reached inside to withdraw a fancy compact mirror that doubled as a comlink. He opened it idly, checking a few things on the holonet while the last of the bubbles wandered off around him.

 

[Aistrella]

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

An involuntary squeak slipped from Aistrella’s lips as she was swept up and deposited atop the shoulder of her God, her tiny form settling against the mountainous curve of His neck. Still, keeping her wits about her, the small-statured elf immediately caught sight of another figure entering the parlor. Her gaze sharpened as she took in his delicate aspect, which immediately belied the self-righteousness and faithlessness dripping from his words.

Aistrella's nose twitched with disgust as she rolled her icy-hued eyes in a languid, dismissive arc. Typical Faithless behavior.

Sensing that it was nearing time to leave the parlor for more interesting venues, Aistrella offered the two Light Siders a parting smile, simultaneously sweet and laced with implied contempt. Then, she turned her attention to her God, her small hands idly running through His jet-black strands while her fingers traced the thick dark silk of His hair. She brought a few strands up to her nose for a sniff, inhaling deeply before letting out a soft, satisfied sigh!

 

[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.

"Yeah, been alright. Some generous tips." Her eyes absentmindedly tracked a few of the bubbles Braze was blowing before she regained track of her thoughts. Jasper had asked her basically the same thing, so she put it down to the two of them basically saying hello. Eyeing Persie, she unsubtly jerked her head in his direction while motioning with her eyes. Mental telepathy probably would have been easier, but Casaana doubted her friend would appreciate a voice in her head talking about boys or how this was the one with the green eyes. "Zee! Get my friends some constable caps and kebabs." Knowing Braze, he wanted spicy, and while she didn't have anything mouth-burning, the savory sauce on the kebabs had something of a kick and the caps had some spicy sausage ground up in the filling.

Eyeing the short line and figuring it was well in hand between the two droids, so she wandered over to Jasper, giving her other two friends some space while talking to the guy not distancing himself by checking out his makeup. "Hi there!" She cooed at the baby while gently poking his pudgy baby cheeks. "Where's Mommy?" She asked Jasper, not really having anything else to talk about. She knew the man, but not as anything more than an acquaintance. Actually, that summed up more of the Order than she cared to think about.

Persephone Dashiell Braze Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Colette]

0-7

If 'Seven' didn't want to explain, then she didn't have to. Colette wasn't a shadow, and today wasn't about work. Besides, what she told her was enough. She liked sweets and she liked music.

"I love playing the guitar." Colette admitted and leaned in as if she had just told Seven a secret. "The sound reminds me of home, and the feeling of making harmony with sound? Amazing."

"Hey, maybe that's what you can do?" She tilted her head. "There's bound to be music stores around bigger settlements wherever you go. There's usually a jizz-wailer or two — people who enjoy music and who can teach you a thing or two about making your own music."

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lily Decoria //:

"Noble?"

Colette was a Noble. Quinn almost split at the seams. Of course, this was how the Force worked. They were all intertwined by fate one way or another. Quinn could feel her pulse in her ears, pounding over and over again. Her mind wandered to old memories. She was young, but those horrible sounds, the pain, and the ache she gleaned from her Mother.

Noble had been the name of the Jedi who interfered with something bigger than them.

Noble was the name of the Jedi who refused to apologize.

Noble was the stain that had taken something precious from her Mother that day.

Quinn hated anyone named Noble. They were a disgusting echo of the name's meaning. They lied worse than anyone, pretending to valiantly fight for the light. Self-serving… selfish. The list could go on and on. The fury that burned in Quinn's chest was masked by the Echani grace she had been born with. She paused momentarily over a stall, examining the gadgets, then moved on.

"It makes sense now," Quinn mused with a slight smile on her face.

"They're all the same… false faces of righteousness, she probably didn't tell you everything… did she?" Quinn's emerald eyes would flicker to Lily. She wondered how truthful the Noble girl had been. If she were one to face the glaring details, then Lily would know.

"She also almost killed me; my strike was in self-defense. But again, it's war… we were there for our governments. I didn't choose to fight her, I didn't seek her out."

Quinn turned to face Lily. "I honestly don't remember anything, but what I do remember is her, above me squeezing my throat. I couldn't breathe, and her fist suddenly made contact with my face. I panicked and striking her as I did was all I could do."

She shook her head.

"It was war, though… We were just doing as we were told, just trying to survive."

Frowning, Quinn finally looked away and continued to move.

"Her Mother killed my Father. She should keep her distance from me… It's better for both of us."

 

[Braze]

Jasper Kai'el Casaana Persephone Dashiell

Braze smiled at that and looked curiously to Persephone Dashiell . "Are you enjoying the exhibition? " he asked her plainly trying to make polite small talk.

Once he received his meal he set the compact down and delicately picked up one of the skewers taking a bite and tasting the fine meats. He waved his hand gently as if fanning his mouth from the sudden inset of spice. "Oh... these are quite spicy I see. " He breathed blinking at the sensation. "Got any plans to spend it all in one place ? " he asked between delicate little nibbles.