Truth be told, Vahliri had attempted to keep herself sufficiently busy since the Imperial ball on Eriadu. The ‘formal occasion’ had proven to be little more than heartache and embarrassment for the half-Annfyn in the end - and it was easier to commit herself to goals and objectives, rather than continue to linger on her own torrent of emotions. Such had been her reality for the prior few days, and it was only now that she was between assignments and had more free time for her own pursuits, that the half-Annfyn made the journey to Elphrona. This was something she’d wanted to do since the end of the party, and she was committed to seeing it through regardless of difficulty.
Against what was likely her better judgment, Vahliri had reached out and invited Sol to join her on the little expedition. While the pair simply.. Didn’t get along, their mutual friendship with Altair made them uneasy partners in the quest. If they would manage not to strangle each other along the way.
As a neutral world, Vahliri surmised that arriving to Elphrona in Sith attire was almost certain to draw attention and unease she didn’t want. Instead, the half-Annfyn was adorned in regular, civilian clothes - sporting an off-the-shoulder sweater, jeans and thigh-high boots. Her black hair was tied back into a loose bun, held together with a gemstone pin, familiar - albeit less flashy - than the one she had worn on Eriadu. Her saber and a few other supplies were tucked into the satchel slung across her shoulder.
Having arrived ahead of Sol, Vahliri decided to make her way into town and loung at a nearby coffee shop, occupying one of the curb-side, outdoor tables. The weather was pleasant enough that the half-Annfyn didn’t really mind waiting, taking small sips from her spiced tea. Of course, the more she thought about it, Vahliri couldn’t help but wince a bit as her mind traveled to Sol.
She was half-convinced the Kel’dor was going to show up to the coffee-shop in full Sith attire and with an alchemy-altered monstrosity on his shoulders, completely dousing the low-key vibe they were going for.
Against what was likely her better judgment, Vahliri had reached out and invited Sol to join her on the little expedition. While the pair simply.. Didn’t get along, their mutual friendship with Altair made them uneasy partners in the quest. If they would manage not to strangle each other along the way.
As a neutral world, Vahliri surmised that arriving to Elphrona in Sith attire was almost certain to draw attention and unease she didn’t want. Instead, the half-Annfyn was adorned in regular, civilian clothes - sporting an off-the-shoulder sweater, jeans and thigh-high boots. Her black hair was tied back into a loose bun, held together with a gemstone pin, familiar - albeit less flashy - than the one she had worn on Eriadu. Her saber and a few other supplies were tucked into the satchel slung across her shoulder.
Having arrived ahead of Sol, Vahliri decided to make her way into town and loung at a nearby coffee shop, occupying one of the curb-side, outdoor tables. The weather was pleasant enough that the half-Annfyn didn’t really mind waiting, taking small sips from her spiced tea. Of course, the more she thought about it, Vahliri couldn’t help but wince a bit as her mind traveled to Sol.
She was half-convinced the Kel’dor was going to show up to the coffee-shop in full Sith attire and with an alchemy-altered monstrosity on his shoulders, completely dousing the low-key vibe they were going for.
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