Post by Mara on Feb 5, 2011 2:59:31 GMT -5
(((I think it's nightender's turn, but I thought I'd just get in a post to try to get this moving... and also get in touch with Looma again.)))
Surprise hit Looma as she stood ready by the hatch of the ship. As she was steeling herself for the debarking and what was to come, Shandari's voice had entered her mind. Not surprise of how she spoke to her; she was getting used to that by now. But surprise that she would say something to her now, and more so what she actually said to her. Reassuring words came to the Twi'lek's mind. Despite the fact that she hadn't had much time spent in the woman's presence, Looma felt that Shandari was being perfectly honest. She would protect the younger Sith, whether out of respect for her, or for her master, she didn't know. And really, it didn't matter.
She turned her dark purple eyes on the elder Sith and nodded, not needing to voice her thanks. And perhaps not being able to voice anything past a squeak. If nothing else, Looma was glad that she was with Shandari, and even Alindra, on this mission. In some corner of her mind she felt that her master Shard wouldn't be quite so protecting or understanding in the situation. She was beginning to respect her, even like. If anyone could get through her master's arrogant exterior, it would be Shandari. In more ways than one. Looma just hoped she'd still be around to see it.
But by then the ship had settled down, and it was time to go. Shandari fell into the lead, and Looma took the last position, behind Alindra. The position of a slave. Exiting the ship down the ramp behind the two of them, she tried to look her meekest, hiding away any of her dominant nature that was sure to give away her true purpose. It was hard, because it meant conjuring up her childhood images of what her older sister had to do, imagining Leef as a slave. Something that had only been reinforced during her injury on Subterrel. A vision she was still trying to figure out the meaning of, though she and others had taken a stab at it.
Looma could not think of her sister now, though. Now she had to focus on the task at hand. The reason they were on Cerea. As she followed behind the other two Sith, she kept her yellow eyelids lowered slightly in a posture of deference. Having had no personal experience with slavery firsthand, she could only guess at how they acted in public in the presence of their masters. It took all her strength to keep her arms down at her sides, and not folded around her chest to keep some inkling of modesty and warmth about her. Looma would do her part and do it well, but she didn't have to enjoy every part of it. The sooner they were done here, the better she would feel. Hopefully once things started, she would have ample distractions from her clothing predicament, and she would forget all about it. Only time would tell.
Surprise hit Looma as she stood ready by the hatch of the ship. As she was steeling herself for the debarking and what was to come, Shandari's voice had entered her mind. Not surprise of how she spoke to her; she was getting used to that by now. But surprise that she would say something to her now, and more so what she actually said to her. Reassuring words came to the Twi'lek's mind. Despite the fact that she hadn't had much time spent in the woman's presence, Looma felt that Shandari was being perfectly honest. She would protect the younger Sith, whether out of respect for her, or for her master, she didn't know. And really, it didn't matter.
She turned her dark purple eyes on the elder Sith and nodded, not needing to voice her thanks. And perhaps not being able to voice anything past a squeak. If nothing else, Looma was glad that she was with Shandari, and even Alindra, on this mission. In some corner of her mind she felt that her master Shard wouldn't be quite so protecting or understanding in the situation. She was beginning to respect her, even like. If anyone could get through her master's arrogant exterior, it would be Shandari. In more ways than one. Looma just hoped she'd still be around to see it.
But by then the ship had settled down, and it was time to go. Shandari fell into the lead, and Looma took the last position, behind Alindra. The position of a slave. Exiting the ship down the ramp behind the two of them, she tried to look her meekest, hiding away any of her dominant nature that was sure to give away her true purpose. It was hard, because it meant conjuring up her childhood images of what her older sister had to do, imagining Leef as a slave. Something that had only been reinforced during her injury on Subterrel. A vision she was still trying to figure out the meaning of, though she and others had taken a stab at it.
Looma could not think of her sister now, though. Now she had to focus on the task at hand. The reason they were on Cerea. As she followed behind the other two Sith, she kept her yellow eyelids lowered slightly in a posture of deference. Having had no personal experience with slavery firsthand, she could only guess at how they acted in public in the presence of their masters. It took all her strength to keep her arms down at her sides, and not folded around her chest to keep some inkling of modesty and warmth about her. Looma would do her part and do it well, but she didn't have to enjoy every part of it. The sooner they were done here, the better she would feel. Hopefully once things started, she would have ample distractions from her clothing predicament, and she would forget all about it. Only time would tell.
