Nar Shaddaa

Alysele was crouching in front of a flower, observing it. She was feeling.... who the hell knows how she was feeling. She should know, but the last few days have been... interesting.

So she was here to clear her mind. Or try to at least.

Adjusting the too-large hood of her ill-fitting robe, Samaya entered the garden space of the Enclave. Taking note of Alysele, the twilek padded up behind the crouching young woman and peeked around her shoulders at the flower she was examining.

"Nice flower, huh?" Samaya broke the meditative silence, and somewhat disconcerting looming she was doing, with a question banal in its earnest simplicity.

"It is. Hello." Replied Aly with a mile. She was feeling... odd today. Still, could be worse. "Alysele Cortess." She introduced herself to the other.

"Oh, sorry!" Samaya exclaimed, looking embarrassed. "Right, manners. I'm Samaya. Samaya Rynn."

"The flowers here are nice, aren't they? I like to stare at them too." The Twilek was earnest in her statement, "They're real and pretty."

Though her mannerisms and speech seemed a little on the simplistic side. At least she wasn't talking about hating sand.

"Nice to meet you. Are you stationed here, or here for the peace talks?" She continued observing the flower.

"I am not one generally for flowers... but today feels different."

"Oh, neither!" Samaya answered enthusiastically. "I'm just here cause my master is here. He says it's best he at least be on the same planet as I am or something like that."

The twilek was going to expand further on her thought, but her mind finally caught up to the rest of what Alysele had said.

"Different?"

"Oh? Who is your master? He sounds caring." Unlike my master.... though strangely enough, there wasn't too much bitterness in her now. Today was a strange day indeed.

"I had a.... vision, I guess? I am kind of re-evaluating my life right now."

"That'd be Master Fes. He's..." Samaya kind of stared off into the middle distance for a moment when trying to figure out a response for someone calling Fes caring. Finding the best possible response she could make, she finished. "Who he is."

"Anyway, a vision? Really? I get those too sometimes. What was yours like?"

"Oh. I know the type, I think." There was some understanding in Aly's eyes.

"It was... well, difficult. It involved a lot of my favorite childhood memories torn away and burned up. Sometimes literally. What are yours like?"