Me? An Assassin? Nooooo
Tana’s feet crushed against the finely cut grass as he paced along the garden floor, letting out a small sigh in conjunction with the motion. In his hands sat a small black box, ornamented with a flower pattern wrapping, inside a hand crafted item that would serve as the second gift he would give someone during the life day celebration. Even though it was the second gift exchnaged this week such an item would be far more important along with the person whom he would give it to, a certain Jedi Knight by the name [member="Drystan Marakos"]
Why had he invited the blonde Jedi master to this small gifts exchange? Many reasons persisted,she had become a familiar friend that was always fun to train with, quite the eye candy to if he was willing to admit, but most of all was the stocking exchange that happened not long ago. During that event many people gave and were given gifts, himself receiving a SMG of all things, but out of eveyone there only Drystan seem to have lacked a gift.
It had been a strange occurrence and kind of made the young man feel bad for the skilled women, so in the spirit of the season he had gone ahead and made one more gift. Such gift was once again a hair ornament, crafted with the utmost care, infused with a healing enhancement, dyed with the color of violet. It was simple, pretty and pratical, though for some reason it felt more important, a small amount of nervousness rising in his throat.
He could only hope the blonde Jedi master liked his choice of style and had a use for hair ornaments, Tana taking a deep breath as he waited for her at the Temple gardens.
Why had he invited the blonde Jedi master to this small gifts exchange? Many reasons persisted,she had become a familiar friend that was always fun to train with, quite the eye candy to if he was willing to admit, but most of all was the stocking exchange that happened not long ago. During that event many people gave and were given gifts, himself receiving a SMG of all things, but out of eveyone there only Drystan seem to have lacked a gift.
It had been a strange occurrence and kind of made the young man feel bad for the skilled women, so in the spirit of the season he had gone ahead and made one more gift. Such gift was once again a hair ornament, crafted with the utmost care, infused with a healing enhancement, dyed with the color of violet. It was simple, pretty and pratical, though for some reason it felt more important, a small amount of nervousness rising in his throat.
He could only hope the blonde Jedi master liked his choice of style and had a use for hair ornaments, Tana taking a deep breath as he waited for her at the Temple gardens.