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Tala followed Dash and Ivan who now carried his son in his arms. She understood Ivan’s suspicions and wariness towards the two Jedi after the man had confirmed that his wife was a Sith. The half-Tiefling would have easily given in to her own apprehension but she steeled herself, knowing that she...

Even as the pair of them got up to follow Nicola where his father was, and even with the prospect of possibly meeting a Sith, Tala found comfort in Dash' words and presence. The worry in her eyes dimmed as she glanced at the Knight, nodding subtly at his suggestion. She did her best to keep up...

"I really didn't steal anything," Nicola insisted sincerely, big, pleading eyes looking between Dash and Tala. It seemed that the shock of what had just transpired was finally catching up to the boy, and the delayed response worried Tala a bit. He repeated, lower lip trembling, and gaze finally...

There were a few things Tala quite disliked about herself, and being too emotional to the point of barely functioning was one of them. This was her very first scuffle, the very first time she used her strength to cause pain on purpose, and despite how justified it felt (and it still did) the...

Tala was so focused on the man she had pinned beneath him, arms locked around his neck, trusting that the Knight would handle the other two thugs on his own. She held on, intent on knocking the guy out and tightening her grip as he struggled, arms flailing as they tried to hit her. Perhaps his...

Tala was so focused on fleeing, on creating more distance between her and the boy's pursuers, that she hadn't realized that the men had switched tactics from simply chasing her to surrounding her. The Padawan was forced to stop, turning to face the thugs as they finally caught up to her...

Narciso and Hiraya Contiello were proud to share with anyone willing to listen that their only daughter was a fine and kind young woman. Gentle, graceful, warm – truly, the young half-Tiefling was akin to a saint if one were to ask her parents to describe Tala in a nutshell. She was a good girl...

She didn't know where these feelings, this terrible disturbance, were coming from. They slammed at her from all sides through the Force. Tala wanted to shut everything out, but at the same time she wanted to reach out in an attempt to sense the presence of her companion. What if all these meant...

The day started out like how she expected for her days to begin - full of life and optimistic excitement for a mission or a lesson, either practical or theoretical. Had she been in the Jedi Temple on Ithor, Tala would've found herself in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning, helping...

Tala thought that she could somewhat relax as the female Neimoidian bought what the half-Tiefling said. The following instruction, however, sent the Padawan’s heart racing - and for all the concerning reasons. She refrained, yet again, from glancing at Master Albion. Tala instead focused on the...

Relief washed over the Padawan incognito’s face at the Jedi Master’s quiet assurance. Tala had been worrying about one thing after another when told of their today’s agenda, but Master Albion continued to prove that she had things sorted out - from their visit to her friend and now...

Tala’s eyes widened and shone as they gazed upon the tools contained within Harrie’s black case. To say that the Padawan was impressed was an understatement. She glanced at Hera, as if to exclaim “he’s a makeup artist!” before drawing her attention back at the Rodian. She had to keep her hands...

When Harrie fell into seemingly quiet contemplation after Tala introduced herself, the Padawan took it as a cue that he was done with his slight bout of hostility and gave her enough leeway to move about in his abode. The half-Tiefling couldn't help her gaze from wandering as she took in the...

Tala took Master Albion's word with great consideration. She couldn't stop her tail from wagging happily when the older woman praised the half-Tiefling's goal, red gaze brightening even more at the advice given to her. The Padawan appreciated genuine praise from other people, but above that was...

"Hmm, that makes sense," muttered Tala in agreement, her shoulders relaxing the further Master Albion spoke and mentioned that she knew someone from here. She maintained a close proximity with the Jedi Master so as not to get separated from the older woman - or more like for Tala not to get...

A citizenship? And to the ISC, no less? Tala couldn’t help the way her brows shot up, the surprise clear on her face. Her thoughts immediately went to whatever identification cards she carried, as well as asking for her parents’ consent. She was still a minor, after all; didn’t this kind of...

Dress in plain clothes, no lightsabers - had Tala not known better she would have assumed that she and the Jedi Master seated beside her were headed off somewhere to hang out. But certain factors disproved the would-have been assumption effortlessly. One, that she wasn’t friends with Hera...

His response was so simple and utterly straight to the point, sealing Tala's initial assumption that the pale Padawan wasn't one for small talk. Though she could tell that he seemed to be the type to prefer being in his lonesome, the half-Tiefling still appreciated that he didn't just outright...

It wasn’t hard to miss the sadness laced within the Jedi Master’s smile when she replied that she had just found what she was looking for. Tala barely had the time to wave hello at the pale Padawan who removed himself from the gathered group by the dart board, though she made sure to smile at...

Tala's smile shone all the brighter as the Jedi Master accepted her offering, eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement, cheer, and satisfaction. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind one pointed ear (while also minding her plate full of fries, the Padawan followed Master Albion's pointing...