Qyren Leret
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"Qyrenl'eret?"
The dark purple Twi'lek turned slowly at the address, ripping her eyes away from the rippling colors of the setting sun. Her mother stood in the doorway of their modest home, studying her.
"You are gathering weeds," she commented, referring to her daughter's absentminded distraction. "Dinner will be soon."
"I'll be in to help," Qyren agreed. "The sunset is just beautiful tonight. I'd like to watch a little longer."
Her mother paused, considering her, then nodded and smiled. "Very well. But come in soon."
"Yes, mother." Qyren watched her mother retreat before she let her settle the short distance into guarded contemplation and turned to face the sun again. It was beautiful, vibrant and slowly fading from one glorious set of hues to the next, but the beauty of it wasn't all that had distracted Qyren. She was trying to drive away the heaviness that had settled over her around mid-afternoon, a pall over her otherwise normal mood that had no explanation Qyren could discern. Certainly, Ashara'lynnic had again tried to coax her into a courting ritual, but Qyren had handled that in the usual way and avoided upsetting him; he seemed to have accepted that, for every time he asked, she would have a rebuttal. He was one of the less aggressive suitors; Qyren liked him well enough, but she had no romantic inclinations toward him or any of the other men in her village.
Qyren ran her tongue over her lower lip, staring beyond the colors of the sunset and into herself. If it was so, then why did she feel like she should be looking over her shoulder?
[member="Rook"]
The dark purple Twi'lek turned slowly at the address, ripping her eyes away from the rippling colors of the setting sun. Her mother stood in the doorway of their modest home, studying her.
"You are gathering weeds," she commented, referring to her daughter's absentminded distraction. "Dinner will be soon."
"I'll be in to help," Qyren agreed. "The sunset is just beautiful tonight. I'd like to watch a little longer."
Her mother paused, considering her, then nodded and smiled. "Very well. But come in soon."
"Yes, mother." Qyren watched her mother retreat before she let her settle the short distance into guarded contemplation and turned to face the sun again. It was beautiful, vibrant and slowly fading from one glorious set of hues to the next, but the beauty of it wasn't all that had distracted Qyren. She was trying to drive away the heaviness that had settled over her around mid-afternoon, a pall over her otherwise normal mood that had no explanation Qyren could discern. Certainly, Ashara'lynnic had again tried to coax her into a courting ritual, but Qyren had handled that in the usual way and avoided upsetting him; he seemed to have accepted that, for every time he asked, she would have a rebuttal. He was one of the less aggressive suitors; Qyren liked him well enough, but she had no romantic inclinations toward him or any of the other men in her village.
Qyren ran her tongue over her lower lip, staring beyond the colors of the sunset and into herself. If it was so, then why did she feel like she should be looking over her shoulder?
[member="Rook"]