It had been a long day. In fact, it had been a long week. Niall had spoken to many people, and made a lot of promises. This was one that he intended to keep. And he looked forward to doing so.
Just as the other night, he wore his Alderaanian house uniform, the fine blues, with the collar low; how it survived the explosion, he didn't know. The tunic was matched by a half-cape, worn diagonally across his chest. The riding boots had been polished. He wore similar when he was young, at Winter's ball. They'd danced then, too, in front of both their families. And he even managed to find a bouquet of Alderaanian starblossoms.
A robed Jedi glanced at Niall as he walked. Niall ignored them, his boots tapping on the floor of the enclave. He didn't stop until he arrived at the door he was looking for. He reached on, eschewing the chime to wrap at it with his knuckles instead. He straightened, a smile on his lips, bouquet in hand.