Blade of Selvaris

Ran Serys had finally done it! She had accepted Valery’s standing invitation to visit the home of the Noble family. In the past she had been too busy to accept. Her duty in the archive was a seemingly endless watch. Seemingly. The reality of it was that she had taken to her appointment too zealously, and those that noticed encouraged her to take a step back, to let her fellow lorekeepers, chroniclers, and archivists take point if only for a while. Ran acquiesced. She went on to spend some time at the Enclave on Selvaris and then made for Niv Hani.
So as Ran walked the path up to the big house, to the Noble’s front door, she couldn’t help but feel the familiar sensation of relaxation coming on. Looking at the house made her feel almost normal. Not normal for her, but normal for the more “civilized” core worlds. Seperated from her duties as Jedi and connected to her duties to herself, to Ran. She breathed a normal breath. She adjusted her normal clothes, not her jedi robes, normal clothes! She wore a pair of Loose white trousers, a fluffy burnt orange sweater, minimal jewelry, a matching rubber polymer hair clip to keep her hair up and manageable, yet still barefoot. It was a comfort thing. The whole ensemble was a comfort thing. She enjoyed it, and liked herself in it. So with a normal knock and ring of the door, Ran waited for Valery or someone to answer. She did so with an easy and relaxed smile the first in a while.