The small Kyataran stood at the entrance to the main hall of the Winter Palace clad in a shimmering open-backed black dress that contrasted her pale skin. The Empress had given permission for the festivities to be held within after some delicate negotiations between the War Councilor and the Empress. The final result was an open bar, staff, food and musicians. The only demand that had been made was the assurance that everyone in the Empire could attend. Jedi, military, administrative members of the government, no member of the Empire was to be turned back during this season.
Mihoshi smiled to herself as she remembered it. She wouldn’t have denied entry anyway, but it was always interesting how much the Empress cared for her people. The tables had been set up, preparations seen to by palace staff. All they had to do now was wait for the guests and enjoy themselves. And even Miho herself had a few Life Day surprises in store for attendees.
“Even after I’m out of ‘service’ and still I’m on security duty.” The Mandalorian sighed as he pulled out a pair of HoloTac glasses and a small polyhedral droid, throwing it up into the air, raising an eyebrow as he sized up his current replacement within the O.U.S.C. he chuckled.
“Figured, since we’ve got such a heavy presence at the doors already I could come in a different suit while my armor’s undergoing an upgrade. Not like we’ve got too much to worry about though, you know as well as I did what happened in Undelm, and just who is keeping the Duke in check.” He said as he leaned in close to Mihoshi and pulled the glasses on, tapping the controls on the right panel to change the readouts away from his blinded left eye.
As a camera overlay of the hall with scans of the doorway, people of interest, and dossiers of current guests spun over the corner of his vision he swiped his hand in the air, minimizing the screens.
“Are you enjoying the chance to get away from a command deck?” -# <@227653769842655233>
Mihoshi smiled at Wulfram and shrugged. “Unlike you, I don’t spend all of my time aboard the Resurgent. In fact, I’m planning a trip home soon.” Her mood darkened slightly as she remembered the reasons that were prompting the visit to her homeworld. “Besides, anyone who spends all their time aboard a ship forgets how to walk on land.”
She gestured to their surroundings with a wide grin. “And how horrid would it be if I spent all of my time adrift and forgot how to enjoy such fine things, hm? Even the Twins and their mother make sure to badger me if I spend too much time working.” She elbowed the Mandalorian in the ribs gently. “Maybe that’s what you need. I’ll have the Lady Suoh follow you around and badger you to remember to take time off. Even you can’t ignore her stupendous self.”
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Artemis and Ruana Suoh-Werd'la — the former, wearing a form-fitting emerald and gold dress that clung to her curves, whilst the latter wore a shimmering silver with a long slit up to her right thigh — caught sight of the current and former War Councilors chatting and decided to approach them. As it happened, they overheard the last from the Kyataran, drawing a rueful smile from the Pantoran.
“I’m quite certain that mother would love such an opportunity. She can be… quite stubborn,” Ruana trailed off before deciding on an appropriate, if understated, adjective to describe the Nagai.
“Happy Life Day to both of you,” Artemis added, nudging her wife who blushed almost cerulean at forgetting the niceties. “I sincerely hope the twins haven’t been too annoying in their badgering of you, Lady Mihoshi.”
“My sisters can be a bit of an acquired taste,” the Pantoran admitted in an undertone, rueful smile still in place after echoing the season’s wishes. “To say nothing of their tendencies toward Twin-speak.”
It had been many months since the young Jedi from Naboo had been to such a celebration. The last one was probably her own wedding, when she thought about it. She stepped into the huge hall and scanned the entire space with her bright blue eyes.
Elyon de Neverse was dressed in her festive dress. The gown is in the color combination Aubergine - purple with bronze. The skirt with a bronze strap and Naboo emblem diagonally covers the legs and at the same time allows good mobility. This gown is complemented by separate sleeves and a bronze choke. The outfit also includes high bronze belt shoes. This combination creates a light and elegant robe.
She began walking through the crowd to greet faces she knew and meet those she didn’t.
Celevon Werd'a was finally allowed in, after an extensive argument with the guards at the door over the amount of weaponry on his person. He had nearly lost his patience and had been a moment shy of comming their superiors before he remembered that all of the Palace Staff had been trained to recognize the sigil on the wrist of his cybernetic and bared it.
A small smile — bordering a smirk — was still on his lips after the Shaevalian-Umbaran walked away from the slightly paler guards, re-fastening the cufflink of the silken black dress shirt.
His silver gaze swept across his surroundings before the former War Councilor made his way to the bar, adjusting the royal purple tie in a habitual motion, the only motion showing his discomfort.
“Lovely,” Celevon drawled, smile widening as he saw an available bartender. The Sephi’s eyes flicked up to him, barely opening their (the elven features on this one were fairly androgynous, moreso than most) mouth before he smoothly spoke one of the few words in their native tongue that he knew.
It meant ‘rum’.
“I raised my children between the microgravity of ships and their grandmother’s home planetside. They’ve all grown and spread into the Galaxy of their own accord now except for Erin and even she’s taken to work in the O.U.S.C. Naval Corps. of Engineers, aside from keeping appearances, maintaining the apartment planetside, and spending the last week of the month with my wife, I had little reason to depart The Resurgent that my Command Staff were not readily able to take care of given orders.” The Mandalorian said with a smirk as he eyed the situation at the door, eye tracking Celevon as he argued with the guards.
Before he could raise a voice in protest the Shaevalan man bared his wrist and the guard stood down. Good, they had some way of identifying the Empresses’ lover, it meant less headache in the long run, even if he presented another security risk of his own.
“It seems we have a veritable rogues gallery here tonight.” -# <@227653769842655233>
Trying to get lost in the crowd, Elyon listened to the conversations. She still felt lost at this time.
She no longer spent time in the Jedi Praxeum, but helping everyone among the stars was her mission. She didn’t know that many people within her clan, so she could sell herself as much as possible to those who did. And that didn’t suit her.
She was pleased to see Celevon because it was a face she knew. As he headed to the bar, the young Jedi decided to go greet him.
“Happy Life Day, Celevon.“ Elyon greeted him with a big smile.
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The small Proconsul smiled at Artemis and Ruana with a slightly rise of her shoulders in what was definitely a shrug. She always enjoyed with these two dressed up because it was also clear they had dressed their father. The young women beside her were elegant in their starkness, the simple designs of both showing that neither woman needed extra ornamentation to show how beautiful they were. Their father, well father in law for Ruana, seemed out of place in his charcoal colored suit and royal purple tie.
Mihoshi eyed the young ladies with a wicked grin. “Look at how handsome your father is when he finally decides to dress up for once.”
She shook her head with a laugh and another genuine smile. “The Twins aren’t even a bother even if they can’t speak a single sentence start to finish. I enjoy having them around for the most part.”
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Mihoshi turned back to Wulfram with a gentle smile. “Now, Wulfram, darling. Raising a family in the black is all well and good. But, look at what they run the risk of missing otherwise?” She gestured grandly to the surrounding room. “Enjoying life isn’t a sin as some people tend to think. In fact, that’s part of what gives it meaning.”
She adjusted the dress slightly with a smile, “Besides, this is the season for gifts and giving and love, yes? If you will excuse me.”
She stepped away from the Mandalorian and the two ladies towards a raised dais, a beatific smile on her lips. Once on the platform, she raised her hand. Silence fell slowly at first as people noticed the small woman and then so entirely that even breathing seemed loud.
“Today, there are no servants. No masters. No students. We are all here as one to celebrate. The staff are excused from their duties and welcomed to remain as our guests, or to leave and spend the time with their families. I have already made arrangements that everyone who signed up for this as staff will be paid whether they remain or leave.”
Mihoshi spread her arms wide, gesturing to everyone in attendance. “For now however, eat, drink and be merry. This is an occasion that is meant to be shared with all.” She grinned slightly. “And there might even be singing later.”
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Celevon turned quickly at hearing someone greet him by name, then smiled as he recognized the Jedi Healer and put his drink down on the bar. The Shaevalian-Umbaran paused in greeting her as they both turned and listened to what the War Councilor had to say.
Once that was done, he returned his attention to the petite brunette at his side and pulled her into a gentle hug.
“Happy Life Day, Elyon. It’s nice to see you as well,” Celevon replied with a smile as he pulled away. His gaze took in her ensemble before he spoke again. “You look lovely tonight. Would you care for a drink?”
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As soon as Mihoshi had walked away, Artemis and Ruana listened to her announcement in polite silence. The couple applauded with the rest of the crowd in attendance, exchanging a wry look.
“Should we ensure that your father doesn’t attempt to flee the party before the singing starts?” The Pantoran queried of her wife, who had been sweeping her pale laurel gaze around until she spotted her quarry.
“I don’t think that will be necessary, mesh'la. He’s being distracted by a friend at the moment,” Artemis replied quietly, with a nod in the direction of the bar. Ruana glanced over and nodded her own agreement.
The married couple were hoping that this outing would be both drama and trouble-free, though both were armed for if such a situation arose, even if it wasn’t necessarily obvious.
Artemis turned to speak to Wulfram quietly in the Mandalorian tongue, letting him know that they were armed and prepared to lend aid if they were required.
Meanwhile, her wife gazed around them curiously, trying to spot others she recognized.
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* Mesh'la is Mando'a for ‘beautiful’.
Tisto, never one for tradition, found his way in through a window. He had no interest in the formalities of the nobility despite his position as the Govenor of Kaal. Once inside, he began to make his way around, grabbing occasional handfuls of food from passing servers, and avoiding the alcohol this early on.
-# No, that will be for later. When things get crazy.
It still felt weird to be in such a public event without his old jacket, but then again this was a new phase in life, so he had decided to give far more effort into annoying the rest of the nobility.
-# Nothing screams “I belong here” quite like these asthetic shorts and shirt.
Elyon listened quietly to the speech of proconsul and joined those who applauded. She noticed that was Artemis and her wife.
She then turned her attention back to the friend in front of her.
“A drink would be nice,” she said with a smile and hugged him.
“You look great too, I see we’re both into purple and we didn’t even agree. Be sure to expect the gossip to start.” The young Jedi said and smiled, but she knew the gossip and the fact that they both have a similar shade of purple might seem odd to someone.
“I’d like a coctail with fruit juice, please.” She kindly asked the bartender.
“I noticed your daughter in the crowd. I hope that I will finally be lucky enough to meet Artemis.” She supplied and watched Celevon.
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The Zeltron female made her way down the entrance hall, her bright silver gaze taking in the Life Day festivities with a warm look shining in their depths. A silky white dress adorned her elegant physique, hugging each of her curves, the shimmering fabric sparkling with each of her movements like freshly fallen snow. A flowing cape streamed behind her shoulders, with a central emblem of wings to represent the Knights of Allusis, which were embellished in fine silver on the semi-sheer fabric. The cascade of her pale pink was swept over one shoulder, falling to her waist in soft waves.
Syrena could instantly recognize the Proconsul, as well as Tisto– Though the last time she’d seen him, he’d been nearly dead, or so it seemed. In any case, she was glad he’d made it out to the Life Day festivities. However, another female peaked her curiosity. Syrena gazed towards Elyon, whom she could recognize as a fellow Knight of Allusis from all the various datasheets she’d spent countless hours pouring over the last several weeks, after taking on the position of Battleteam Leader.
She began to approach Elyon, who was standing beside another Clanmate she had not yet officially met, a male in a purple tie. “Enjoying the Life Day festivities, I hope?” She greeted the two of them with a warm smile. “Shesharilian vodka please, on the rocks… Let’s make that three,” The Zeltron female ordered from the bartender with a smirk dancing across her lips, before shifting back to the two. “I am Syrena Valkar, pleasure to make both of your acquaintances,” She began to introduce herself.
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Elyon looked at the newly arrived woman with a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Syrena. “ The young Jedi and fully turned to Zeltron.
"I’m Elyon de Neverse. And I have to say, you look amazing. You’re like a bright star that fell from the sky. I hope I’m not being too pushy, but I’m just saying what I think.” She said, her smile widening. She scanned the woman in front of her from head to toe.
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“You’re more than welcome to keep me company. And I’m quite certain that Artemis and her wife, Ruana — the lovely Pantoran at her side in the strapless silver dress — will come over here at some point,” Celevon assured Elyon, before sweeping his gaze around them, taking in who was around.
Unless he was mistaken, Edgar Drachen, his former Quaestor in Hoth, was the blonde several stools away nursing what appeared to be a glass of whiskey.
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The Shaevalian-Umbaran felt what appeared to his senses as an hint of summer before a smoky, warm voice greeted him and Elyon. Celevon turned his focus toward the voice, warm silver eyes meeting his own quicksilver as he took in her appearance.
Her being a Zeltron certainly explained the sense of summer he had experienced, waiting patiently whilst Elyon greeted the woman who had introduced herself as Syrena Valkar.
“I’m Celevon Werd'a. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the Blade Master gave a small smile and a bow of his head. He refrained from complimenting the other woman, as they had only just met, not to mention that the Jedi Healer next to him had done so rather nicely.
“Your drinks, ladies,” the bartender spoke up softly, having placed the drinks before each of them during the exchange.
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Edgar was sitting at the bar enjoying his drink and wondering how many times will it take for him to learn that when he leaves Soliyat he will be dragged into one of these “celebrations”. He was looking forward to the more energetic Life Day celebration with the Wookies back home but for now he is here enjoying a drink and seeing some new and old faces. Like Miho, who looks more comfortable as a leader than he has seen in a long time.
Listening to another boring but decent speech he noticed some old friends Celevon and Elyon walk up to the bar. As always she was far better dressed then most of the people in the room Edgar smiled and thought to himself “I could go over and say Hi or I can finish one last drink before he gets noticed. Who knows I might be caught dancing later and I can’t be sober for that”.
Syrena gazed at the brunette woman before her with delighted smile. “How kind of you to say, Elyon. You look lovely as well. And what a beautiful name you have,” She couldn’t help but comment. It was unlike anything Syrena had ever heard before, and had quite the melodic ring to it, she thought to herself. “You’re not being too pushy at all. Being able to say what one thinks in the moment is quite an admirable trait indeed,” She added with a nod, shifting her attention back to the bar just as the drinks arrived.
“Nice to meet you, Celevon. It’s always wonderful meeting more people from our lovely Clan,” She couldn’t help but say to him with a smile. Even with all that the Clan was facing given the recent shift of events, she couldn’t deny that she had started to find her own little slice of home within it. Syrena’s silvery gaze shifted back towards Elyon. “I would also like to introduce myself as the newly appointed Battle Team Leader for the Knights of Allusis… Quite a wordy title, I know, but one I am honored to have received nonetheless. And it is always a pleasure meeting more Knights of Allusis, like yourself,” She stated in a polite tone.
However, Syrena caught herself, silently fighting the urge to delve into more work talk. As Elyon had said, this was a time for them to let their worries go, and to celebrate the joys of Life Day. Thankfully, the bartender brought their drinks at the opportune moment. “One for you, and one for you…” Syrena said to herself as she handed a glass of the Shesharilian vodka to both Celevon and Elyon. “And… one for you!” Syrena called as she spotted the vaguely familiar face of Edgar, yet another person whom she could recall as a Knight of Allusus from her recent paperwork. “And one for me… Alright now, here’s a toast to this Clan known as Odan-Urr, may all of our endeavors be successful, and how wonderful it is to celebrate Life Day together this evening,” She began to say, holding up her glass in one hand. “Alrighty then, bottoms up,” Syrena added and tilted her head back, quickly downing the contents of the beverage in one go.
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“Cheers,” the native Corellian agreed, likewise downing the contents of the glass, the slight burn warming its way down his throat and toward his stomach. “Not quite tihaar, but still good stuff.”
He placed the empty glass down on the bar, silently reminding himself to pace himself, as he was far more accustomed to social drinking.
“How are you enjoying the Clan thus far, Syrena?”
Edgar accepted the drink and raised it for the toast. “For Hoth! And For the Knights!” he said with a smile.
“Hello, Celevon. Long time no see. My dear Elyon and Knight Commander, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you! I have been meaning to check in, but I have been busy keeping things going on Solyiat. So sorry about that”.
While Edgar was telling the new Knight Commander old war stories from his first stint in the Knights of Allusis Elyon noticed a familiar light blue tunic Edgar wore under his normally dark coat. It seemed a little out of place, but she couldn’t help but smile when she saw it.
“Oh, and please don’t get me started on the honor of having Tisto as the Knight Commander when I first started as Hoth’s Aedile. Do I have stories”, Edgar chuckled, froze for a second, and then shook himself like waking from a bad dream.
Turning to the group and said, “Enough about me what are your stories and how can I be of assistance”?
Elyon was glad to be a part of these celebrations. As Celevon introduced himself to the young beautiful Zeltron, she noticed Edgar sitting over the glass. She thought about the fact that she had to go and greet him.
Once upon her Syrena returned her attention to her.
“Thank you for your compliment.” The young Jedi replied with a smile.
“Few people complimented my name, but you did and you made me very happy. I got my first name from my father, he chose it for me, and my last name came from my mother. It’s been passed down in our family on Naboo for generations.” She said with pleasure in her voice.
"I see we have a similar opinion on the importance of honest thinking, acting and speaking.” The young Jedi delivered towards Zeltron.
“That’s wonderful news, Syrena. Big congratulations from me. It will be an honor to serve under your leadership. And my healing and fighting abilities are always at your service.” She said with a slight bow of respect.
When the toast came Elyon accepted the glass, then raised it and said, “to Odan-Urr, who has become our home and family. And to old and new friendships.“ With those words, she emptied the contents of the glass in one gulp, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread throughout her body.
Once everyone had finished, Elyon stepped forward and hugged Edgar in welcome. When she was close to him, she whispered in his ear: "I’m glad you’re carrying a gift from me. It suits you very well.” She then pulled away and returned between Celevon and Syrena with a smile.
"It’s great to have you leave Solyiat and join us today.” She said out loud now with a smile on her face.
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As Syrena finished the beverage, she couldn’t help but admire the certain icy crispness it held, building into a dull burn. Despite this, due to her nature as a Zeltron and their knack of being able to hold their liquor, Syrena knew it would be a few more drinks before she fully felt something. Syrena set the empty glass down along with a few credits as a tip for whoever had chosen to work the bar.
She turned to Celevon, thinking on the question for a moment. “Well, I must say… I’ve been loving it here so far. It’s become… a little slice of home in the galaxy to Frenek and I both. With that said, I am fully prepared to lay down arms, should it be necessary, to defend this home,” Syrena finally remarked with a more focused look shining in her silver eyes. At the mention of her companion, she was certain that Frenek was probably buried deep in Life Day deliveries, given his line of work as a galactic deliveryman.
Syrena couldn’t help but smile a bit as Edgar mentioned both Hoth and the Knights within his toast. “Ah, no apologies necessary for being away at work. I respect the hustle,” She said with a slight laugh, though soon fell silent and listened attentively, as he began to tell war stories regarding the Knights of Allusis, from the days of old. “Wait… Tisto, Knight Commander? I wouldn’t mind hearing these tales. I must say, Tisto was quite the wonderful party host as of recently…. At least, for the part that he was awake for,” Syrena couldn’t help but say with a look of amusement shimmering in her eyes, as she cast a sideways glance towards where the Govenor of Kaal stood grabbing handfuls of food and alcohol. “Hey there, Tisto!” She called across the room with a slight laugh, and the casual wave of her hand in a greeting.
Syrena next looked towards Elyon as she began to speak, closely listening to her words with a soft smile and a look of intrigue. “Your family is from… Naboo? What a beautiful place that must have been to grow up… Maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to visit it myself,” Syrena couldn’t help but say wistfully. For the time being, she was just thankful to be celebrating Life Day alongside her new Clan, given the fact she hadn’t had the chance to properly enjoy the holiday, given her rough past. Syrena glanced back up at the young Jedi, meeting her gaze. “And I, Elyon, am always at your service, for it is both my sworn duty and an honor to serve alongside the Knights,” She stated, returning the bow of respect. “And… healing, you say? Now that is a wonderful skill to have… One I’m still in the process of learning myself,” Syrena admitted, glancing towards her hands. She had grown quite adept when it came to force lightning, yet healing was certainly something she needed more work on.
Just then, a few tiny beeps sounded from behind where Syrena stood. A sphere-shaped form appeared, as a tiny droid with a cone shaped head rolled towards the group, wearing a small bow-tie.
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Mihoshi smiled as she stepped down from the dais, sliding into the shadows along the wall as she took pride in watching all of her children as they gathered together to celebrate and talk in their little groups. It warmed her to see the new Knight Commander so joyously mingling with her warriors. Even Celevon seemed to be more or less enjoying himself. From what she had been told by the Twins and their mother, he had a broody streak that was sometimes difficult to shake him out of.
Leaning against the cool marble, the small Kyataran settled in to enjoy watching. “Happy Life Day to all of you, my children.” The two immense shadows to either side of the pillar she stood behind smiled down at their charge with identical shrugs.
The young Jedi then placed the empty glass on the bar where her cocktail appeared. A couple of credits for a bartender appeared behind her as well. She took a cocktail in her hand, drank from time to time, and listened intently to the narration.
Then Syrena turned on her and responded to her remark about the origin of her name.
“Yes, Naboo is beautiful. Unfortunately, I only spent about 5 years on my home planet, then I was taken to Coruscant for training.” Elyon said looking at Syren.
“It would be an honor to welcome you to Naboo as a guest in my home.” The young Jedi made a sincere offer, hoping it wouldn’t be taken as a way of flattering her commander.
“It is both my duty and my privilege to serve and protect the knights and members of Odan-Urr, but especially those who cannot defend themselves.” She answered Syrena’s oath and placed her hand over her heart as proof of her sincerity.
“Yes, I am known as a healer to most clan members. It is my primary mission. And if you are interested, I could help you with that. I used to be a battle healer and I have plenty of experience. I can hand them over to you so you can help when I or another healer isn’t around.” Elyon offered her services and skills a second time.
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Arriving fashionably late to the life day celebrations at the winter palace, Wenet stepped out of the cab and made her wat towards the entrance. She was wearing a green dress with a high split it was the only dress she had. Truth was she hadn’t planned on going, because she didn’t want to go alone. She used to be the life of the party, a confident a ball of energy. But things had had changed. After everything that had happened, Wenet had lost that confidence, and had become quite an anxious little bunny.
Attending the celebration was a last minute decision, hence why she wore her green dress. Although it was a beautiful dress, wearing it made her a little sad. It reminded her of Ryan whom she missed a lot. Ge had been away on mission, therefore they hadn’t seen each other for a long time and she wasnt even sure if they were still together. Or if they ever were together in the first place.
Wenet entered the main hall and stopped. Nervously figiting with her dress she looked around to see if there was anyone she knew. But that proved to be difficult, being as short as she was..
Celevon had mostly remained quiet as he listened to Edgar, Elyon and Syrena chat about their histories and professions, chipping in occasionally.
This was a tendency the native Corellian had bore since his youth, which his mother to this day referred to as ‘information gathering mode’. He would listen, learn and memorize important information, some of which had seemingly no vital importance, then respond when directly spoken to or queried.
On the very edge of his senses, the Shaevalian-Umbaran felt a presence enter the large ballroom, one that was becoming familiar as time went by. “Please, excuse me for a moment,” the Adept said to the others. Edgar Drachen gave a nod, whilst Elyon and Syrena were deep in their discussion about Healing.
He set his near-empty glass down on the bar, then started maneuvering his way through the crowd, smoothly dodging people and gliding past servers bearing trays of champagne. Celevon felt a sense of questioning reach his mind and recognized his daughter’s Force signature.
‘Have no worry, dear. I’m not leaving the party,’ the male smoothly replied, directing a smile toward where Artemis stood with her wife. He absently noticed that she was near Mihoshi and the Twins.
The telepathic sense of query retreated at once, which gave Celevon a feeling of amusement. Of course she expected him to flee, considering that the native Corellian preferred solitude to crowds.
Finally, the Elder located his quarry, a wider smile curving his lips. The two had began speaking during the Baime vacation over drinks.
“Ah, Wenet, I’m glad you could make it tonight,” Celevon addressed the Kushiban, smoothly bowing over the offered hand. “You look lovely, my friend,” he smiled, taking in the dress she wore.
In truth, it reminded him starkly of what his daughter had chosen. Emerald green, lined with gold, though with a long slit up the right leg more akin to Ruana’s choice.
Eyes akin to the moon reflecting on pitch black water swept the hall as Aibyss entered. The monochrome Omwati stood out, even without taking her dress into consideration. She stood just shy of six feet, and had a willowy build. Her tapestry of dark tattoos stood out against her nearly white skin, completing the ethereal air she seemed to carry. Her pitch black dress and sheer cape flowed behind her as she walked, the low neckline showing off the artwork on her chest at the cost of nearly exposing other parts of her.
Reflective silver eyes fell on a familiar space as she spotted a certain former war councilor. Long white plumage flaired in recognition and the bird lady began her trek across the room.
“Wulfram! Friend! So good to see!” She called out, raising a hand to wave at him with black-tipped fingers.
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When Celevon greeted her Wenet instantly felt relieved. ‘atleast someone that I know l’ she thought to herself and smiled at the shaevalian-umbaran male. “Hi” she awkwardly replied to his smooth and rather elegant greeting. Not really knowing how to respond to the bow he made, the tiny Kushiban made a odd little curtsy.
“thank you” she shyly replied to the compliment. “you look handsome aswell” she added and instantly furr fluctuated from her usual white to a reddish shade.
Clearly blushing she accepted the hand. To make it look less awkward she rose to her tippy toes. “I wasn’t planning on coming… but you know me… nothing is ever planned with me” she chuckled.
“Thank you,” the Shaevalian-Umbaran returned in thanks for the compliment, smiling slightly as he noticed the blush but did not comment upon it. Wenet was shy enough as it was. “Truthfully, I wasn’t planning to attend either, but my daughter and her wife can be both stubborn and convincing when they wish to be.”
With a gentle telepathic touch, and a hint of mischief in his organic eye, Celevon continued with a whisper into her mind. ‘They threatened to give my sister-in-law control of my clothing options for the evening and have her being my escort to keep me out of trouble.’ As they were walking toward the bar, smoothly making their way through the crowd of attendants, he noticed how she was walking and quickly added in another mental whisper. ‘Walk normally, my friend. There’s no need to have your toes sore without dancing.
“There are friends talking near the bar, where we can all relax. There are also glasses more appropriate to your size than there were when we met on the beach in Baime,” the Adept explained, side-stepping a party goer that nearly bumped into them. He tilted his head to the side, clearly listening to something only he could hear. “My daughter and her wife will be joining us once they finish their discussion with the War Councilor on outfitters… or tailors.”
The Elder gained the attention of the three he had departed from — after drawing his gaze from the droid wearing a bow-tie — to assist the Kushiban in making her way through. “Forgive me for interrupting… Wenet, I believe these are comrades of yours amongst the Knights of Allusis.”
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“Ah, sisters, I was wondering where you were hiding,” Ruana spoke up, grinning at the twins as she and Artemis approached the trio. “That was quite a lovely speech, Mihoshi. Thank you for hosting this gathering.”
Noticing how quiet her wife was being, the Pantoran nudged Artemis, who startled a little as her pale laurel eyes regained focus.
“My apologies, love. I was making sure my father wasn’t attempting to sneak out,” the Huntress explained, a blush rising on her cheeks as she noticed the clear amusement visible in the twins and the War Councilor.
“He had better not… especially after the struggle to get him to wear the damned tie,” Ruana growled, clearly still irked on the topic.
Elyon and Syrena were still talking about healing and Edgar made a comment every now and then before Celevon returned with Wenet.
As Shaevalian-Umbaran addressed them to get their attention, they all turned towards them.
“Wenet, I’m so glad to see you. You look beautiful. I’m glad you decided to come too.” The young healer said with a smile. She put her drink down on the bar and hugged little Kushiban.
“How are you doing? We haven’t seen each other for a long time.” Elyon asked Wenet with interest.
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The Twins greeted their sister warmly, the both of them towering over the older Pantoran. They matching crimson dresses weren’t quite form-fitted, but it perfectly contrasted their alabaster skin.
“Happy Life Day.” Adeen said softly.
“To you both.” Xin finished.
Mihoshi smiled at Ruana and Artemis once more and gestured them forward. “Happy Life Day to both of you indeed. And my congratulations once again on getting your father into something more suitable for a night out. Next thing we know these two giants will let us know their Uncle Tarvitz will be showing up as well.”
“Or our Mother.” Xin started.
“Will surprise us all.” Adenn continued.
“By coming out of the sub-levels.” Xin finished.
She smiled as Celevon talked but then jumped a little when he suddenly continued telepathicly. The Kushiban wasn’t prepared for that but tried her best to remain calm. Concentrating really hard, Wenet attempted to respond Telepathicly in return. hi hi… sister in law… never.. keep.. out.. trouble… her response how ever sounded more like she had a bad connection…plus it would add some of he thoughts and feelings that she didn’t want to share ..wish.. was..here.. be… trouble..hi hi.. wonder.. if… ok… to….. no Wenet.. be silly… her fur fluctuated from light blue to pink and back to neutral white..
When he told her to stop walking on her toes she lowered herself but still felt awkward because of the height difference. She chuckled when he mentioned the size of glasses. “ah yes.. that’s probably better.. hihi.. or you’ll have to keep me out of trouble” she blurted out as they approached the bar.
“hi” she gave an awkward wave when they arrived at the others. Before she could say more, Elyon knelt down to give her a hug. “oh hi.. yes.. its bee quite some time” she smiled. “ I am.. doing good” she replied to her enquiries, however she wasn’t really doing good, but she was trying. “seeing all of you I’m doing even better”
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Celevon smiled as he saw Elyon kneel and give Wenet a hug, the Kushiban visibly relaxing in the embrace, glancing around out of curiosity. He had sensed the overwhelming curiosity, along with a flood of thoughts and emotions that Wenet had kept to herself.
He also made a mental note to keep an eye on her when it came to the drinks.
The Shaevalian-Umbaran was respectful of the privacy of others and tried not to delve too deeply. Even still, the hesitation had triggered his own curiosity. ‘If you have questions Wenet, feel free to ask. I promise not to take offense,’ Celevon whispered into her mind, ordering himself a water to pace himself after the two different alcoholic drinks.
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“It was certainly a struggle,” Artemis chuckled after exchanging hugs and holiday greetings with the twin Nagai, referring to how they had gotten Celevon to dress up for the evening.
The Pantoran was well-accustomed to the fact that she only reached up to the lower ribs of her sisters, something that they occasionally teased her good-naturedly about.
“Understatement,” Ruana muttered just loud enough for the others to hear. “And good luck getting Mother away from the Sub-Levels. More importantly, Mihoshi, is that the work of a tailor?”
She gestured toward the dress the Kyataran was attired in to make her question clear. “If it’s off the rack, that is an amazing fit.”
She idly noticed that Artemis was looking around again, no doubt making certain that there was no trouble to speak of.
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Syrena considered the notion of traveling to Naboo with a smile, unable to help but find joy at the thought of visiting a place of such profound beauty… Plus, there were always the fabled underwater cities she had spent so much time reading about, capturing her fascination. Her expression fell a bit at the mention of Coruscant. “Ah, I have spent… Most of my life there really, until now. And I have absolutely no desire to return there, unless a mission should call for it,” Syrena stated slowly, doing her best to avoid dwelling on her time spent as a slave. Instead, as though to distract herself, her silver gaze shifted towards the vibrant Life Day decor, and back to Elyon. As the female before her gave her oath with a gesture of sincerity, the soft smile returned to her face and she dipped her head within silent agreement, listening to her sentiments on healing. “That would be most appreciated indeed. I thank you for offering, Elyon, and I look forward to working alongside you in the future,” Syrena stated graciously.
As a Kushiban female in an emerald green dress entered, Syrena instantly recognized her from across the room. “Wenet! Good to see you!” She called, turning to refill two more glasses of alcohol. Syrena placed one of the beverages down before Wenet, a frosted glass of Shesharilian vodka, garnished with a sprig of winter pine. Concentrating for a moment, a fine glittering dust floated in a stream, swirling into each of their glasses in a spiral of silver shimmers for the final touch. “I do hope you enjoy, the glitter adds a hint of berry flavor,” Syrena explained with a soft laugh.
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Edgar sighed to himself “Well I guess I failed at being invisible with the intent to leave early, Oh well I might as well enjoy it and see what trouble I can get into. It has been a while since I have seen my friends, hasn’t it? Ah, screw it let’s have some fun”, Edgar smiled as he thought to himself. His thoughts broken by the talk of going to Naboo brought him back to reality.
“Oh I would highly suggest taking her up on the visit to Naboo is a wonderful place and one I plan to visit again soon. Maybe do some more traveling if I can, unless of course Madam Commander needs me for other matters of course”.
Excusing himself Edgar walked around greeting some old friends and dignitaries. He never felt comfortable in these situations but he knew how to put on the charm when needed. He made his way over to Miho, “I’m so glad to see you taking on more of a leadership role. By the Force I swore you were serious when you said you never wanted to be in charge again, I just wish I had money down on this… I’m sure to have won some serious cash because I knew you were lying to yourself”, both of them started laughing and chatted for a while. Edgar then found his way over to the band and whispered something to the band leader.
He then made a beeline toward Elyon and said as the music started to change into a familiar Nabooian song, “May I have the honor of a dance my lady?”
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Mihoshi smiled at Ruana and smoothed down the front of her dress slightly. “The Twins found it actually. I don’t often have time for dress shopping.”
Adenn grinned at her sister. “Xin found it.” She began.
Xin shook her head with an identical grin. “I saw it, sister.” She corrected.
Miho shook her head with a laugh, turning to briefly greet Edgar as he approached. Watching him leave, she shrugged. Many things had happened to put her where she was now. She turned back to Ruana and Artemis, watching the latter scan the room almost constantly.
She jabbed Ruana with a finger and gestured to the half-Sephi. “Go take her dancing. Consider it an order. This is a time of celebration and she is far, far too serious.”
She turned to the Twins, gesturing to all the gathered people. “I promise I’m safe enough for you two to enjoy yourselves as well.”
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Hearing Celevon’s voice again made her furrow her brow. Tilting her head she glanced at him, wondering why he felt the need to tell her that through Telepathy. Had she accidentally shared something she wasn’t supposed to? Had she done something to embarrass herself? Or… was he flirting with her? She didn’t know, so she just smiled with a slight squint in her eyes and telepathicly replied sure…
Then Syrena greeted her. Wenet smiled bright “hi.. glad to be here” she said trying to act cool. When the drink was placed infront of her her eyes widened. “wooow” the Kushiban had noticed the glitter at once “that looks cool” Wenet took the glass in her hand and glanced at Cevelon, raising it to show it was a drink matching her size.
Sipping her drink Wenet listend to the conversations. She tried to join it but felt awkward so she just observed.
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The Pantoran gave an amused shake of her head at the typical antics of the twins, arguing minor semantics. That amusement only grew at the order from the War Councilor, to which she gave a slight bow with a grin. “As you will it, milady.”
Then, without giving her wife any warning, Ruana slipped her arm through that of the half-Sephi and physically pulled Artemis toward the dance floor.
It was likely that the Huntress would deny the barely stifled yelp of surprise to her dying day. “Love, wha—”
“You’re far too serious for such an occasion, according to War Councilor Keibatsu. Thus, I’ve rather happily been ordered to take you for a dance,” Ruana explained with a small smirk, as her wife began walking toward the dance floor with her rather than risk her arm being pulled from its socket. “After which, we’re going to get a drink, make certain your father is behaving himself and hasn’t ditched the tie, then mingle a bit more.”
The emerald and gold clad half-Sephi gave a mock sigh, lips twitching in a barely restrained smile. “If you insist, mesh'la.”
“I do,” the Weapons Specialist playfully retorted, as she turned and pulled her wife close, arms wrapping around Artemis’ waist as the song changed. The Huntress’, in turn, were placed loosely on either side of Ruana’s neck.
It was entirely necessary, as proven many times before when the pair danced. The Pantoran had no desire to be embarrassed in public by her wife’s hand or hands sliding down to cup her posterior.
Celevon smiled as he saw the questioning clear in Wenet’s gaze (though not in the Telepathic sense, as he avoided delving into the minds of others without adequate reason), the smile only widening as she showed him the glass, one much more appropriate to her size. The Shaevalian-Umbaran raised his own glass — water, with a twist of lime — in a clear salute before he took a sip.
“Telepathy is easier than having to make myself heard over a crowd… it’s also enhanced by physical contact. There was a blend of your response and what you were thinking at the time as a result,” the Seeker explained with a light shrug. “I was merely letting you know that, if you had a question or something you were curious about, you were welcome to ask.”
He turned to look over the crowd, smile becoming a grin as he noticed Ruana practically drag his daughter to the dance floor.
“Oh” her ears drooped down. Feeling a mix of embarrassment as well as dissapointment, her furr suddenly got a purplish hue. “Ofcourse, makes sense” she answered and took a sip of her drink.
who are you fooling, Ofcourse he didn’t flirt, Wenet. you’ve only just arrived and already are making a fool of yourself she thought to herself as tried her best to compose herself infront of the others. you need to be more careful with your thoughts around these people.
The Kushiban looked away, into the crowd. Everyone seemed to have a great time. Seeing people dance made her remember when she danced with Ryan. Well, he did most of the dancing as she couldn’t even reach the floor, still a very happy memory. She knew the chances of anyone wanting to dance with her were slim, unfortunately he size did prove to be a problem. But she did wonder what it be like to ‘actually’ dance, so she looked around to see if there was anyone close to her size that she could ask if she’d found the courage..
Mihoshi stepped out of her bank of shadows, stopping to speak with different dignitaries near the tables of food, to stand to one side and watch the dancers with another group, commenting on attire, fluidity, beauty. Making her way through the crowds, the small Kyataran seemed more about making sure the others were happy more than enjoying things herself.
After some time spent schmoozing the crowd, Miho came to a stop beside Wenet, a gentle smile on her face. “What has you so down at a celebration, Wenet?”
Her moving around the great hall had made it hard for anyone to stay close to her for any length of time, but a sadness around the Proconsul’s eyes as se watched those enjoying themselves was easy to pick up on if one just looked.
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Tisto started making his way over to the crowd, grabbing a spoon from a near by server to start mixing his drink. He frowned as he observed the collected figures hanging around eachother.
-# Is that Edgar? He is alive?
The man had barely spoken to Tisto since his alleged retirement. And now he had the gall to show up at a party?
-# Figures. I can’t get him to do anything but a Zeltron bats their eyelashes and the man is functional.
So the Governor made his way over to Syrena, tossing the spoon out of his drink towards somewhere and taking a swig.
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“So how did you get the old man to be alive?”
“Fun, yes, fun is good,” She said with a soft laugh, raising her glass yet again, taking a few sips from her drink. Syrena sighed, enjoying the crisp flavor that the sprig of evergreen added to the vodka. “Ah, refreshing,” She couldn’t help but say as she finished the rest of her drink.
“A trip to Naboo, with locals who can offer an inside tour of the planet? That sounds like a dream come true, assuming I’ll even be able to take a vacation given my new position,” She finally stated. “Though I must say, I appreciate the sense of duty that comes with it,” Syrena quickly added. She had spent the past few years of her newfound freedom attending many vibrant parties, oftentimes in pursuit of musical performances. And while that was still something the Zeltron female couldn’t help but greatly enjoy, she was grateful that her life finally felt like it had purpose, and that her new position was something that would give her a sense of stability. “Please, travel as you wish, though I’ll be sure to keep you well informed,” Syrena said to Edgar in response to his comment with a smile.
As he excused himself, she next turned to see Tisto. “Why, hello there Governor,” Syrena greeted, her silver gaze shimmering with delight. “Merry Life Day! Oh, you mean Edgar?” She began to say. “I didn’t do a thing. Aside from offering him and Elyon and Wenet some alcoholic beverages,” Syrena said with a soft laugh. “Although, he did mention that he has many stories… some of which are about you as Knight Commander,” Syrena continued with a look of amusement dancing across the delicate features of her face. “So, tell me Tisto, what are some of these stories?”
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Whilst he continued to listen to the ongoing conversations going on around him, the Shaevalian-Umbaran couldn’t help but frown. Somehow, in between his response to Wenet, then searching the crowd, to the dance floor and back, both the body language and coloration of the Kushiban’s fur had shifted.
Whilst a powerful telepath, the Seeker avoided invading the privacy of others on principle — exception being if a friend were acting extremely out of character, to ensure it was his friend and not someone else in disguise, for example — even when some surface thoughts were unintentionally broadcast, a situation only enhanced when they met his gaze or in physical contact. Equally, when it came to his natural perceptions, there was little that escaped Celevon’s notice when not distracted or otherwise occupied.
Thus, the Adept was left wondering how he had managed to offend one of his newest friends and, therefore, was left feeling guilty about it. Even without knowing the exact cause.
However, it must be stated that the Shaevalian-Umbaran was merely a mortal male and could be dense at the best of times. Equally, one that struggled with emotional matters.
His daughter would likely smack him upside the head after rolling her eyes, point out what he’d missed and set about rectifying matters.
Celevon was so distracted with his thoughts, attempting to discern what he’d done or said wrong, that he barely noticed the approach of Mihoshi. Much less the fact that the ice in his glass was continuing to melt, though the latter was of far less importance.
Wenet looked up at the Proconsul, a soft smile on her think lips. “Just missing someone” she replied with honesty, “just a few more of these, and I’ll be fine” she said jokingly and took another sip of her drink.
“what about you?” she then asked in return. The Kushiban was quite perceptive and of had noticed the sadness around the Proconsul’s eyes. She could even pick up on her emotions if she’d focus. “are you alright?” she asked softly.
Miho smiled down at Wenet, not a very long way down since the Proconsul herself wasn’t considered very tall either.
“I…” She began and then shrugged. “I will be, Wenet. This has always been an unpleasant time of year for me.”
Her violet eyes looked out over the room, but saw something else entirely. “I remember holidays with my brothers, with my parents. But, only recently did I reunite with one of them. It’s…hard.”
She shook her head and smiled again trying to put the past away. There would always be time later to deal with the emotional warfare that awaited her on Kyataru.
“Oh” her ears drooped down and her fur got a bluish hue. “I’m sorry to hear that” she paused. Wenet was pretty good at noticing things but what to do with that information wasn’t one of her strong suits. say something, Wenet. Don’t be rude… wait.. maybe it is rude to say something.. ooh.. should I hug her?.. no! That would be even weirder… maybe sharing a story of my own to show I understand? dozens of thoughts flew by in her tiny mind trying to figure out what would be the best response.
Eventually she decided to say something, she simply couldn’t stay silent. “I haven’t seen my family in a while either.. not since I left Kushibah” she said and looked down at her feet, thinking about it made her miss them, especially her parents. “I have many fond memories of celebrations.. my siblings would have loved this place hi hi” she chuckled, knowing that they’d probably create chaos, “they never left Kushibah, never been to a fancy party as this” she smiled and looked up.
Wenet.. just shut up. You’re only making her more sad the Kushiban thought and took another large sip from her drink, finishing it.
The small Kyataran watched Wenet with a smile, quietly listening as the Kushiban shared even a little about herself. “That’s more about you than I’ve learned in all the time I’ve known about you, Wenet.”
She placed a light hand on the slender, furred shoulder. “That does help some to hear of others families.”
She thought of home and of the festivals she attended as a child before…
“Perhaps one day, I can show you my homeworld. I think you would quite enjoy it.” Miho winked at Wenet before taking her hand back. “Life Day wishes for the families that can’t be with us then.”
The Proconsul knelt down and gave the small Kushiban a quick hug. “Thank you, Wenet.”
“I believe I speak for all the friends at the bar when I say we’re better off if you come with us.” Elyon said with a broad smile.
The young Jedi noticed the shadow that crossed Syrena’s face the moment she mentioned the name of the planet that had been her home many years ago.
“I’m sorry if I caused you pain with any memory.” She said and bowed her head. She was unaware of their commander’s past and she denied that she had to watch her tongue regarding Coruscant.
“I look forward to our cooperation as well.” The young Jedi replied again with a smile as Syrena accepted her help with the healing and its practice.
The healer then fell silent and listened to what the others were saying.
“I appreciate you saying that, Edgar. You will always be welcome in my home as my dear guest.” She replied to his encouragement regarding visiting Naboo.
“I think a weekend would be a nice change from your duties, and I hope you don’t mind. Even in two days I can show you places that only locals know. And the quiet garden at my house will certainly come in handy.” Elyon said with a smile.
Then she watched Edgar leave their group. The Life Day celebrations were in full swing. Everyone around was rejoicing, drinking, and dancing. It was a wonderful evening. And she was glad to be a part of it.
Suddenly the song changed and she recognized the song of her homeland. A smile appeared on her face as Edgar asked her to dance.
“I would be honored.” The young Jedi replied, taking his arm. And together the pair headed for the dance floor.
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“Well, you never asked” she responded a little blunt, truth was she rarely shared anything because she didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. A appeared on her little furry snout when the Proconsul told her that it had helped.
“oh? I would love to” her ears popped up in the excitement of the idea of visiting a new world. But before she could say more she was hugged again. “oh..eh..eh..” her furr became pink, she blushing as she clearly wasn’t expecting another hug.
Whilst Celevon remained observing his fellows, he was no longer frowning. In truth, he was thankful that Mihoshi had managed to cheer Wenet up. That and it would likely be better that he remain silent, rather than commit another social faux pas or suffer from foot in mouth syndrome.
The change in the music performed made him look up and glance around curiously, as he didn’t recognize it. However, the smile that graced the features of Elyon De Neverse managed to answer the question of the music’s origins.
The Shaevalian-Umbaran found himself smiling as Edgar Drachen returned and invited the native of Naboo to dance. When the former Quaestor of Hoth’s eyes met his for a moment, the Seeker held up his glass in a silent toast.
Celevon’s gaze returned to the dance floor, where Artemis and Ruana were swaying together in a relatively simple dance.