What Summer Things do in Winter (CIS Winter Social)

[Startorn]

"not exactly" Startorn said with a chuckle shaking her hand "i used to be a bounty hunter, i... applied i guess? To be apart of the Dauntless legion but never heard back, nowadays i just do odd jobs" he said shaking his head.


"Don't worry Red, I don't really understand all this either, never had it on Mandalor anyway" he said glancing around.

Tags: [member="Kathryn Foster"] [member="Subject 73 Red"]

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Crystal Gardens
Objective: Help A Friend
Wearing: xxx
Tag: [member="Gerwald Lechner"], Open

The illusion had already been shattered. He was a strange fellow, wearing white of all things, while choosing non-alcoholic beverages. In the Aery. It was

Despite the fact that she had taken to planting roots on Naboo she was still quite the wanderer at heart. The flame-haired woman walked slowly through the festivities that Vylmira had to offer. Usually, the sight of smiling, happy people, warmed her heart. That had been the intent. To travel away from a home that had slowly become a prison of meditation and guilt to spend time among souls that were filled with cheer and goodwill. She didn’t need to participate. Simply observing, was enough.

She passed through the Great Hall carefully. Weaving through people, pausing only to smile, and perhaps accept a snack that some helpful servant seemed to very much want her to try. Gianna would have stayed longer, perhaps, to people watch—But there was a presence that she ought not indulge. The Jedi Knight had felt him from the moment she’d landed in her small ship. It was nothing like what he traveled in. The more she thought of it…The more she had to assume she’d made the right choice.

He liked fine things. A glimpse of him, of [member="John Locke"], told her that he was well. Rather, well enough. The modest lifestyle that she had chosen was in direct conflict with the life of a tech-guru that sneezed more credits than a sultan. It was better this way. It had to be this way. Before a sense of longing could settle in, she made her way out the doors on the opposite side of the hall, little more, than a flash of red hair and off-gray robes.

Gianna focused on something else. Anything, else.

It landed on a familiar feeling of sadness and heartache. It stood out like a sore thumb because of how strongly it conflicted with the many people that were feeling the exact opposite. Isolating it, she focused, and turned her concerns where they belonged. On other people. It was easier to drown out what plagued her when she had a someone else to concentrate on.

The long halls and winding pathways led her to something noted as the Crystal Gardens.

Her eyes were filled with the light that reflected from a variety of crystals. It left an impression, certainly, but it was also fairly easy to get lost when glimpses of her own reflection kept leading her astray. Either way the young woman eventually found her path. [member="Gerwald Lechner"] would feel as if the Jedi Knight had mostly materialized behind him, as if she were made of air. “…I could have felt your sadness from across the planet…”

It was an exaggeration, but, only slightly.

Gianna stepped forward, pulling the blue covering around her shoulders tighter, and rest her hand on the center of his back. Right where his heart would be if the touch were in the reverse. If he didn’t resist, he would notice a sense of calming peace that would spill from his head down to his toes. Warmth, akin to a fuzzy blanket, that was intended to sooth the wound the loss of someone special had left. It wasn’t perfect. It couldn’t take away the pain, nor the fact that he missed her, but it would dull the ache.

Taking away pain…Gianna had learned her lesson. There was no real way to erase it. Even by removing memories. Especially, by removing memories. The young woman wished to help but she could not do it in that way. Not again.

“She can’t hear you in the traditional sense but I believe she knows you mourn her...”

Spirits were tricky things. Especially, with the Force. Gianna didn’t know the details on how his loved one had passed but she didn’t need to. All things returned to the Force, or at least, they were meant to. She couldn’t fathom what sort of Dark manipulation it would take to prevent a soul, their energy, from returning to their final resting place. “It will get easier. In time.”

So often had she told herself that. Life without John would get easier.

With time.

Wouldn’t it?

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective: Try to have fun
Tags: [member="Kathryn Foster"], [member="Startorn"], open

Red nodded to Startorn when he gave his answer. "Depends when you applied to join the Dauntless legion. There was a time when we were pretty busy and backed up." He explained.

Red noticed the colonel give him an odd look when he asked about why they were all here. He noticed a lot of things, and the colonel knew that fairly well, from their first mission together. She explained why they were here. It provided him with more questions than answers. "What? But... why? What do you mean a present? What kind? Why would someone get a present if they've been good? The terms good and bad are depending on a person's point of view. Someone can think they're doing good, while another person would think they are evil." Red asked, confused.

Startorn said that he didn't understand it either. "I thought that there was something Mandalorian about you. Yeah, back in the labs, us experiments weren't really exposed to the outside world, other than learning how to survive, fight, protect, and kill. We didn't have a lot of teachings in social interactions.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Winterhaven
Objective: Celebrate
Wearing: This
Tags: [member="Voph"] | [member="Prennis Keeoli"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"]

There was something, like a tug at the edge of his consciousness, that ghostly feeling that John couldn’t shake. It was like nothing that he’d ever felt before, like there was a part of him missing, a part that he couldn’t put his finger on. An emptiness in his very soul that hadn't existed before, a void that seemed to draw him in and push him away at the same time. The dark-haired man couldn’t help but worry at it, like a loose tooth, but the more he tried to focus on it, the more ephemeral the sensation became, slipping through his fingers. Grains of said, drops of water slipping through his fingers, that feeling of a child trying to hold onto teh wavves even as they washed right by you.

Eyes swept the room, searching for the source of that sensation, for some explanation as to why he felt so suddenly bereft. It...was frustrating. Like that word you were looking for right on the tip of your tongue, he just couldn’t find the right sound, couldn’t quite figure it out. Dark eyes swept back and forth, there had to be something, something that had left him feeling like this. Even moments before, John had been finelife had been normal then all of a sudden, out of the blue this. It felt like he'd been punched in the gut, only he didn't know who or what had done it.

Only, try as he might, John couldn’t find it, the source of that feeling. All he could spot was that old familiar ghost that had been haunting him. The vibrant red-hair and a grey gown, the scent of flowers and the sound of happy laughter that made him smile even as it brought tears to his eye. An image if perfection there one minute and gone the next leaving nothing but an after image as it flowed through his fingers too. A memory of laughter and a smile, the smile that outshone the stars. The memory of tears and relief, a warmth not physical but internal the feeling that spread through his entire body. A feeling of belonging and love that lifted him before vanishing into that void all over again. A memory of happiness, a happiness so profound that even this ghost was enough to bring a sad smile to the cyborg’s lips. If only he knew, if he could remember. That sadness, that feeling of loss an inescapable shackle that cut through the memory.

That small sad smile remained on John’s lips as he turned his attention back to Voph, arching one eyebrow at his friend. “I mean, I guess I could dance with EX, but he’d never forgive me if I stepped on his toes…and lets be honest, I might be tempted to just to see how he’d react.” Only, that didn’t seem to be what Voph was asking, the friendly ribbing. It was almsot as if the man had expected someone else to be there with him.

John’s brow furrowed for a moment, another in a line of inconsistencies he couldn’t explain. Clothes left in his ship, designs and artifacts he'd been working on that he couldn't see any use for. For a moment confusion reigned in the man’s eyes, he was missing something, something obvious. Something that was staring him right in his face, his lips opened, a question dying there as Voph gestured behind him.

That mask, the executive, the minister slid smoothly into place burying that sense of unease, those unanswered questions. “Ahh, the legendary Prennis, listening to Voph talk about you I was almost sure that you were a figment of his imagination.” Dark eyes twinkled in amusement as they flicked to Voph’s face as John bent forward in a small bow, “A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Skating Pond
Objective: Don’t Fall
Wearing: xxx
Tag: [member="Daisy Americus"]


A date had been promised, one that did not involve tight dresses, high heels, or fancy anything, and Kaden did his best to make good on that promise. In fact, Kaden had seen to it that he treated Daisy to a decent cantina crawl at one point just to keep giving her fodder about his lack of being able to hold his booze. In truth, Kaden could hold his booze a lot better than he let on. No one needed to know the Netherworld had altered him more than what was plainly visible to all. One never knew when having a secret like not being able to get drunk would come in handy.

Today was not the day to let that secret slip. The Confederacy had been invited to enjoy a Life Day Celebration on a world which was designed for winter it seemed. The palace was the focal point, the stone castle seeming to draw the eye back to an age when brick and mortar were as advanced a building material as duraplast or duracrete. Kaden enjoyed the view, and hoped Daisy did as well. The way the palace was lit up drew much of Kaden’s attention to the architecture, though it was Daisy herself which held most of Kaden’s attention.

Kaden could not recall ever having been ice skating, and he was unsure if Daisy ever had as well. It looked… interesting… to say the least, and the Mandalorian in him was not willing to let a challenge pass him buy. The couples who were on the ice seemed to enjoy themselves, and they made it look easy. If they could do it, so could Daisy and Kaden.

That was what he thought anyway.

Reality was a bit more harsh. Kaden found unless he put his weight on the skates in a certain way he was bound to fall, and fall he did a few times before figuring out how the skating thing was supposed to work. Perhaps this would be a common thing on Haseria, but Kaden had not been in the land of the living long enough to know if Haseria had winters like the ones this planet seemed to boast.

His mind wandered back to his home, one Daisy had helped him build, and wondered what the actual Life Day would look like. Kaden had been invited to celebrate with Daisy’s family as their relationship seemed to be getting serious. From the moment Kaden kissed Daisy the pair seemed to be spending even more time together, and where Kaden had found himself thinking about Daisy a lot, he thought about her that much more now. His mind recalled how well they moved on the battlefield together, as though they were simply two halves of a whole.

They were not moving like that on the ice.

“Blast it all,” Kaden said with a small accent. His time on Haseria saw his speech patterns changing and it was impacting his basic. “I swear they made this look so easy.”

Despite the fact Kaden still had little to no sense of balance in the skates it seemed to be fun. At least they were not fighting millions of space bugs or some giant mechanized killing machine. For once they were just able to enjoy themselves at whatever pace they wanted to take. The skating, well they didn’t have to do that forever. There was an open bar after all, and vendors along the pond if the pair wanted something hot to eat or drink.

“Having fun at least?”

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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Location: Crystal Gardens
Objective: Introspection
Wearing: xxx
Tag: [member="Kalporra Flynn"], [member="Gianna Aegis"], Open

Of course Gerwald never expected that Naedira would answer him, even if part of him wished that for some reason she would. Just hearing a small ‘Happy Life Day, Ger,’ would be more than enough to cause the lupine to smile wider than he had in a long time. He drew in a deep breath as he lowered the glass containing the fruity cocktail and took a sip.

It was still disgusting.

Suddenly things felt calm. A hand pressed to his back as though it came from nowhere and a voice which had become familiar to him spoke.

“She can’t hear you in the traditional sense but I believe she knows you mourn her. It will get easier. In time.”

Would it? Gerwald wanted to say that was not possible, but the lupine knew that was not the truth. He had already started to feel as though he could… move on… the phrase was wrong, but he knew that life could still happen without her. Gerwald was living after all, he still drew breath when she did not. The fact he felt any pain at all was an indicator that life was still happening around him whether he had seen it or not. How much had he missed over the past few months since she had been gone?

Gerwald nodded and was about to turn and face the fiery haired woman the voice belonged to when another voice came from the other side. What was that one called…

“What is that one called… oh the stars. I’m sorry I wasn’t looking at them, just talking to an old friend. Speaking of…”

The lupine paused and handed the fruity drink to [member="Kalporra Flynn"]. It was likely she would hate the drink as much as Gerwald did, but why not. Seeing as how the whiskey did not need to go to waste as well, Gerwald quickly retrieved that glass and offered it to [member="Gianna Aegis"].

“It is supposed to get better with time, and it has been, but this is the first Life Day without her. I would think you might understand.”

It was statement and not a question. Gerwald knew that the red haired woman who had always been seen with a certain Minister of Science was suddenly spending more time with the lupine than the cyborg. Something had happened, and the lupine refused to pry. It was not any of his business unless the woman made it his business. Instead, there were other things to talk about.

Gerwald stood between the woman, looking at them both suddenly with no drink in his hand. He shrugged with a chuckle, but for the first time since he joined the Confederacy it seemed Gerwald was the one to be making introductions, and this time the only thing which could describe his relationship with either of the women was friendship. Gerwald had changed in that regard at least.

“Gianna Aegis, meet Kalporra Flynn. Kal, meet Gia.”

He tried to smile, but it still refused to reach his eyes. His sad eyes turned to Gianna once more.

“Kal has been helping me to get battle ready so I can be cleared by the Knights for full duty once more. I’ve decided it is time to become the Knight she knew I could become.”

Even though he did not have a drink, Gerwald motioned as though he was going to make a toast, which is exactly what he did. He was Strewjonian after all, and there would not be a Life Day without drinking and toasts.

“To old friends and new!”

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

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Wearing: Chang Quan
Wielding: Talisman of the Chiroptix
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"], Open

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[ witch-boy theme ]​

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There was a whole castle to explore!

Never mind that this was yet another nother nother nother world in the sea of stars, which was exciting enough on its own. But, this planet seemed like it was pretty cold. And so, being from the sub-tropical swamps of Talay, the young Dathomirian was happy to stick to the indoors.

And what could make the indoors more exciting than a real life castle to explore? Seriously, this place was like out of one of those fairy tale holo-books. Of course, exploration was very hard work. And so it was, perhaps, no surprise that the smells from the feast had summoned forth the brave and intrepid Mandragora squire.

Shuffling inside of the feasting hall, the Dathomirian boy paused to look around. The scene within was as alien as any he had come to expect since leaving Shaol'mara.

A cursory inspection of the food offerings worked to give the boy some inspiration of what he'd like to try first. But, before then, the horn crowned youth swiped a cookie from off a tray.

Coming up what to try and sample was also hard work. He'd need a cookie while he worked to develop his strategy for attacking the buffet.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Attire: White & Dark Blue Witch
Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven - Near the Tree
Objective: No Objective
Tag: Open

The pale eyelids of the Dathomiri woman fell half way as she stood there regarding the tree on display. After a few moments had gone by, she extended a hand out toward it and drew on the power within. "You were brought here without consent by brutal method. Slow would be your end, but now a new beginning." Green mists swept out from about the Nightmother until it circled the base of the tree.

With a rustle of branches and of decorative baubles, the tall avatar of nature brought indoors lifted several inches into the air. Roots grew out of whatever had been placed to hold it steady and spread out along the floor.

A smile crossed her lips before Vytal turned to regard a nearby servant. "Be sure to water it regularly." Content the tree would suffice until it could be relocated outdoors after the offworlders got their fill of it, Vytal turned to drift back into the crowd.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven
Tag: [member="Myka"]
Wearing: xxx

Stepping outside of one's comfort zone was a strength in of itself.

Whether one spent their days as Lord Commander or as a Guardsman, there would always come the time where circumstances outside the job description would arise. In Rience's case, navigating the dizzying world of politics where he found himself lacking. Yet, the unwritten demands of his office saw him regularly meeting with planetary leaders, executives, and other important peoples on behalf of the Knighthood. Whilst he did so with head held high and with tact, the man was far far more comfortable when he was being shot at.

At least then, the opponent was making their intentions clear.

Of course, while Rience was adapting the necessities of a growth mindset, his utmost charge was stuck in his ancient teachings. When last he had the opportunity to show her anything, the top her head barely reached his hip. Now, she was a full grown woman who served as a soldier for her homeworld. Taking her with him was a terrifying and exciting opportunity for both. For Rience, he had the chance to try and make up for lost time. But, also, to get to know the woman his little Myka had grown into.

In the beginning, actual training had been the forefront of their time spent together. However, as winter befell the Galaxy, Winterhaven opened its gates to the Confederacy's finest. And all the online parenting blogs spoke of how necessary it was for a father to take his daughter to such events at least once. And when was the HoloNet ever wrong, right? Thus, Rience and Myka made their appearance in the Grand Hall in short order. I don't see how this will make me a better fighter. she quipped as they began their walk forward.

Rience paused, only to offer his arm to his daughter. "Well, it's good that you get out of your comfort zone." he began. "You'll never know when you need to play the part of 'high society' for a mission. Besides, you look lovely."

There was dancing, but he didn't think either of them were brave enough for that just yet. So, he motioned with his chin towards the feast. "I could go for a strong drink. You?"

 

[Kiandra Ceryss]

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Wearing: xxx​

Tags: Open, free to join!​

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Feasts. Formal parties. These were traditions of those known on Jelucan as the Second Wavers. Though in the recent centuries things between the people of the Outer Rim world had changed, the ones who dwelled within the world's valleys still held onto their traditions, Kiandra especially. Back home, she had seen the festivities but her piloting kept her away from them. Here on Winterhaven in the company of the Confederacy's finest, she felt it couldn't hurt to partake in the festivities. Trading a pilot suit or some form of her favorite casual outfits for a dress was something she wasn't used to. One might say she felt more comfortable in the cockpit of a starfighter than at a fancy party. Then again, the chance of harm was far less here, but that was part of the excitement.​

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Taking a glass of wine after requesting such from a waiter who had approached her, she sipped of the burgundy beverage as her eyes took in the beauty of the world beyond the walls. The snowcapped mountains shining like brilliant gemstones in the light of the world's star. Fingers of her free hand lightly touch the braided bracelet of jelucani leather which hung around her left wrist as she spoke softly.​

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"See through me, the beauty of this world.."​

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Within her eyes, a mix of sadness and joy hides as the words are spoken. Her hand falls back to her side shortly after as she takes another sip, turning her attention to the activities she could choose from to partake in. She was here to mingle and relax after all.​

 

[Myka]

Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven
Tag: [member="Rience"]
Wearing: xXx

"I could go for a strong drink. You?"

"Or two," Myka amended, her voiced strained with suppressed stress. She took his arm, casting a self-conscious glance down as he complimented her appearance. She tugged the shawl closed over her shoulders and gave a small shrug of acknowledgement. "Thank you for you buying it," she added, the strain still present. Their dynamic was much easier for her when it was training based. Run faster, keep your guard up, small movements-- all orders that were fairly simple to respond to.

But things like- I'm back. I love you. Here let me spend money on you?

There was a layer of rust between those interactions that neither had been able to chip away yet. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to. The young woman just didn't know how, not in this setting at least. The smiles and the laughs that echoed through the training field were no where to be found on her as she was led by him to the food.

Once more, the wealth that was spread out before her took her breath away. She released his arm to reach out for am elaborately decorated cupcake, the woman staring at it as if it was the more beautiful thing in the world.

A disbelieving breath huffed from her. "I always thought the stories Mum told me about the places you came from were just made up to help me sleep well," she told him dryly. She considered the desert for a long moment, her expression growing pained as unexpressed thoughts filtered through her. "It's too pretty to eat," she concluded, a pained smile spared as she offered it up as a present.

 

[Seren]

Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven
Accompanying: [member="Willow Fae"]
Wearing: xxx

Seren had taken the snow for granted.

Throughout his upbringing, the homeworld of the Lupine was no stranger to the presence of snow. The mightiest mountains had peaks perpetually covered in the white. And once a year, the totality of the world was subject to a relatively normal winter. It had not occurred to Seren that there were worlds that did not see snow. In his mind, he knew it to be a fact, mind, but it never occurred to him. That is, until he and Willow began planning their visit to Winterhaven. In the beginning, he had insisted that she take along a thick, fur cloak...and the look she gave him was more skeptical than a teenager being told no without cause.

Of course, when the vessel landed upon Vylmira and the ramp of their vessel slid forth, the icy breeze justified Seren's advice immediately. Though she was wrapped thoroughly in the fur, Willow was indeed cold - a fact which caused the Wolf to chuckle. All those years ago, when he walked the Lupine lifestyle exclusively, surviving amidst snow was commonplace. Thus, while Willow shivered, Seren himself was unbothered. He simply pulled on his overcoat, adjusted his tie, and followed after his little spider. "Hey, I warned you. Like, weeks in advance." he began, grinning from ear to ear as they disembarked.

Despite the cold, the Wolf could tell that Willow was delighted. Hutt Space had rarely afforded her opportunities to get to know the actual Galaxy - and, as a result, things Seren took as normal, she saw as a brand new adventure. Snow, in of itself, he had taken for granted. Nonetheless, he was the woman's shadow as they stepped off the ship and crunched through the chill. Seren did his best to quietly act as a brick wall between her and the wind at their backs - but fortunately their trek was not too long inside. And, as the towering doors parted to receive them, a wave of warmth washed over them.

Seren wasted no time shaking out his hair like a canine before entering, getting all the snow out. Doing so almost made him miss Willow uttering a quiet wow. Righting himself, the Wolf found his gaze lingering upon her. The way the firelight accentuated her hair. The dress - oh how she loved it - made her seem like a goddess before the first. She returned to his side soon thereafter, looping her arm about his own and guiding the way forward. Each step she took was bubbling with so much excitement that it was hard for Seren not to grin the entire time. "How bout we grab something to nibble on while we look around?" came his suggestion. A perfect middle ground. Drinks. Snacks.

Getting lost in a castle.

 

[Darth Metus]

He may have been new returning to fatherhood...

But Rience was the furthest thing from unobservant. Perhaps it was due to the fact surviving on the battlefield demanded the totality of one's attention, but he made it a point to at least be aware of what was in his immediate vicinity. Above the din of numerous conversations, he could hear the boisterious laughter of one who was already sauced. He could hear the clatter of glasses being raised in a toast. And, above all, he could hear the change in his daughter's voice. The very day that they had reunited, their first moments were full of banter. Chuckles. Shoving and elbow thrusting.

Throughout her training, the very same had been commonplace. She was an avid study and leapt to his directions immediately. Yet, when she succeeded, she had her mother's quick wit and ability to be gloriously smug. Their time together had been enjoyable as it was shared in their mutual comfort zone. Yet, here, in the belly of exceptional living...he could understand why her tone was so stressed. Rience did his part when she mentioned grabbing a second drink. He paused their advance as a server was making his rounds, plucking two glasses of champagne off of his tray. One, he offered to Myka. The other he sipped heartily.

Whilst he did, Myka was taken aback by...a cupcake it seemed. She inspected the confection within her hand before dryly calling the dessert too pretty to eat. Rience chuckled at this and set her glass down upon the dessert table before lifting a finger. "Rule Number Sixty Nine." he quipped, before getting a fingerful of the frosting and popping it into his mouth. "If it's free, it's for me." He then took the cupcake and, in true heathen fashion, devoured it in two bites. "Mm...Tell you what, the best part of events like this is the food. C'mon, try something."

[member="Myka"]​

 

[Myka]

Myka watched in shock as the art that was called a cupcake was devoured in two quick bites.

There was something comical about seeing your childhood hero down a fist size piece of food like they were a cartoon character on crack. The shock dissipated to a round of laughter emanating from the pit of her belly. "You'd think the whole world was for yours taking then with that logic."

She shook her head at the array of food, still deeply overwhelmed by the display. "Oh, I wouldn't even know where to start." She picked up the wine glass. That was actually a lie. Wine was a perfectly acceptable place to start. She took a sip and spat it right back out, unable to stop her vehemency. "It has bubbles!" She exclaimed, almost offended by the notion. Bringing her off her backwater planet was not unlike walking a child through the world. There were plenty of things to explain-- like the concept of campaign. To be honest she had thought they had gotten most of the obvious things out of the way. It frustrated her to see there was still more out there that she needed to learn.

She made a face, put off by the concept of bastardizing the wine with carbonation, and decided she simply didn't like it without giving it any further chance. It was becoming understood that her preferences laid on the 'simpler' scale of tastes. He, however, seemed to enjoy the monstrosity without fault. She placed down the glass, leveling him a glance in the style of Tova's 'I'm totally judging you right now' look.

[member="Rience"]

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Attire: White & Dark Blue Witch
Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven - Near the Tree
Objective: No Objective
Tag: [member="Kiandra Ceryss"] | Open

A slight turn of the head, a sharp eye linger over the sight of a woman whose fingers touched a personal memento as soft words were spoken. Vytal quietly placed an empty flute atop a passing tray before she turned back toward Kiandra. "A snow-topped castle nestled among mountain, surrounded by forest, with a frozen lake where young and old find delight," the pale woman in her uncharacteristically bright attire remarked. "I don't believe we've met before. Would you care for company?"

Would the spirit of the one Kiandra be about to speak or 'radiate' some manner of response to the softly spoken wish? Vytal would remain attentive, but wouldn't disturb the dead. Not everyone that grieved wanted to speak with those that had gone again. It was a warm thought to be offered the chance, but sometimes it was better to move on and not seek an encore. Some might become fixated on communing with the dead at the expense of everything else around them. It was a Witch's job to make sure that didn't happen.

 

[Kiandra Ceryss]

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Wearing: xxx​

Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"], free to join!​

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Silent contemplation found the young woman unaware to the room for a moment, her thoughts returning home for the first time in years. Kia had seen several planets in the service of Starfall Squadron and even the Confederacy. It was at she had hoped as a child, but yet somehow different in a way she couldn't place a finger upon. The beverage swirled slightly in her glass before another sip was taken, attention grasped by a voice as her eyes return to the landscape beyond the window before she would turn to face the pale woman that had approached.

A kind smile curled her lips slightly, fingers brushing dark brown strands away from her eyes. "Company would be nice. I'll admit, I'm not used to things like this." Kia paused, blinking before speaking again. "Oh! I'm Kiandra Ceryss." In the galaxy she had met different kinds of people in various situations, yet something about the presence of the other woman felt different. Kia understood very little of the Force, but she hadn't been in the presence of someone like this before, of that she was certain.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Attire: White & Dark Blue Witch
Location: Grand Hall, Winterhaven - Near the Tree
Objective: No Objective
Tag: Kiandra Ceryss | Open

"Vytal Noctura." The pale woman smiled with the surprising reception given by the woman. It seemed most were not drawn to a Nightsister among them, perhaps the result of a well-earned reputation. Nonetheless, [member="Kiandra Ceryss"] didn't look anxious for an excuse to leave. "Gatherings like these can be overwhelming, but they also provide a means to meet new people of all kinds. My advice is to find one or two people you share something in common with to pass the time. There's no need to meet everyone." She hoped that would help the other woman feel a little less anxious about such a crowd. There were no expectations put upon her by being there. A few familiar faces were in the crowd that the Nightmother had seen in passing. Most of whom had partners or acquaintances amassed already. Kiandra was a soul in need of a companion for the evening, and Vytal could use the company herself.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" From Kiandra's statement of not being used to events like this, Vytal took it to mean the young woman wasn't of the Viceroy or of wealth. Not of a station where lavish parties were commonplace for certain offworlder cultures.

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Gear: winter outfit​

Objective: Take in the scenery socialize too?​

Tag: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Gianna Aegis"] [member="Kalporra Flynn"]​

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It wasn't like Kirk to go to social gatherings. He was always an outcast growing up, only since he signed up did he have colleagues who genuinely respected him. But even then it was hard to put himself out there in an informal setting. His superiors had urged many of the officers attend, Kirk wasn't used to it however since he was always on the sidelines, doing his own thing whether it be on the gauntlet or some other Confederate base. But now was probably the best time, given the cycle is ending and everyone was letting lose he might as well give it a shot. ​

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But when he approached the Grand Hall, he was drowning in social anxiety. It was way too big a space and there was so much chatter going on, Kirk couldn't handle it. So he retreated to the gardens where the snow had covered the whole area and to be honest, it was like nothing he ever seen before. Sure maybe he was deployed to a frosted planet but never was he given the opportunity to relax and take in the scenery. The blue tint in the sky and the snow fluttering onto his hair drew a smile across his face, he walked around as he started to take in the scenery while his boots crunched on the snow. He wouldn't mind taking a holiday here in the near future. But goddamn his stomach started to growl. Maybe he should've stayed at the grand hall and eat some food. ​

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He suddenly got distracted once he had heard a conversation was occurring within his proximity.​

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“Kal has been helping me to get battle ready so I can be cleared by the Knights for full duty once more. I’ve decided it is time to become the Knight she knew I could become.”​

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Was the last thing he heard. Stars above, was he about to ease drop on a conversation between Knights of Obsidian? It was probably best that he walk away now before he get in trouble or reported or worse. Unfortunately for him, his boots made an audible crunching on the snow. ​

 

[Kiandra Ceryss]

Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"], open​

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"I suppose you're right. I had seen similar things on my homeworld. I never really had time for them back then." The woman's words put her more at ease as she glanced around briefly. For a moment, she thought Nova may enjoy an event like this. One that showed some good in the galaxy.

Turning her gaze back to Vytal, she welcomed the question as normally few would even see her in a more casual light. "I am a Team Leader and Pilot for MedCorps' Aceso Team." Kiandra's free hand rubbed the back of her own neck. "I don't spend much time around many other Confederates.'

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Near the sleigh rides starting point
Wearing: All bundled up
Mental state: Can voices get cold?
Waiting on: A certain pink one. ([member="Cali Ziiva"])
Post: #1

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It was absolutely, almost unbearably, cold. The kind of cold that burrowed deeply into your body and chilled you to the core. No matter how many layers you put on, it still managed to cause you to shiver. While Tapas was an option for the Miraluka, it still didn’t save her from shivering lightly as she awaited the Zeltron. Cali had proposed to go get some hot chocolate for the sleigh ride, something that Xobos had heartily and quickly agreed to. What she should have done then was go with her partner. Instead, she had decided to stand and keep their place in the line, and was paying the price for it.

To say the apprentice wasn’t bundled up wouldn’t be appropriate, either. Having taken her choice of clothes from Cali’s naboo closet, not wanted to wear her armor to such a formal and relaxed event meant that she was able to layer as best as possible. Still, the cold of this world was bordering on the time she had spent on Ilum. That was before she had taken the time to learn Tapas, and even with the ability in her little bag of tricks, she still found herself eagerly awaiting the hot chocolate Cali would bring.

Knowing how much the Zeltron loved her chocolate, she wondered if Cali would find a way to spice the drink in her own special way? It was doubtful that the Zeltron would accept just packet packed hot chocolate. It wouldn’t have even surprised Xobos to find out that Cali had managed to find a way to smuggle in her own chocolate. Or even had it delivered to the palace. Either way, some special brand of hot chocolate was probably coming her way. But at this point, she’d probably just accept some sort of warm tea.

Some of the other members of the sleigh line, which was steadily getting shorter, had talked about how fun the little skating pond had been. Something to do perhaps afterword. She had never gone iceskating, so it would certainly be an interesting experience. It didn’t even look that hard. How difficult could it really be to balance on a pair of blades while skating across ice and slow speeds?

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