Well a deal was a deal, her earlier deferral to the offer of lunch earlier the other day in favour of attending to the matters of the Eternal's will, would eventually come about to meeting with the dark haired man that had accompanied the young Bakuran with their shared intention to represent the charitable and beneficiary side of the Menagerie on Naboo. Their efforts appeared for the time being to have won some favour for the fledgling organisation, that was for all intents and purposes a shell organisation of the Eternal. Standing on the upper terraces of the restaurant, the blonde cultist started out over Lake Paonga, watching as the various lights of the surrounding buildings and the towering Royal palace shimmered over the still water.
Her quiet revere seemed to continue for felt like hours, contently staring out into the nightscape of the Nabooian Capital City, breathing deeply both physically and through the Force, feeling the life that radiating throughout her surroundings. Although she knew it was perhaps to many of her own ilk, a lesser trait to reach out and feel how the Force flowed through all life around her - with many legionaires dismissing it as being 'Jedi Garbage'. But for the young blonde, it was beneficial not for the self placating and meditative purposes, but for taking stock and getting a feel of the atmospherics of the denizens around her - almost as if it was a means of reading the room, knowing whether there was high levels of tension, anger or rejoice. From what she could sense of reaching out and reading the city around her there was an air of caution and worry, lingering on from the tragic industrial accident that shook the capital the previous day - yet out of that caution and worry, there was a desire to rebuild and improve.
A light smile curled at the edge of her lips at the thought, not for the loss of life as a result of the malevolent plans of her fellow cultists. But for the realisation that those losses were to become the catalyst for progress, after all without change nothing would ever get done, the galaxy would grow complacent - bringing about stagnancy, an endless cycle of decay and renewal. A light sigh escaped her lips as the thought trailed off, as a short series of tones emanated from her wrist watch, indicating that the arranged time for her to meet Arthur was swiftly approaching.
The food, wine and atmosphere was on par with what those of an aristocratic upbringing had grown to expect, but unlike some of the other restaurants nestled within close proximity of the Royal Palace and the Estates of the Nobility, The Jumping Gungan had views that were in the cultist's opinion far superior. Slowly descending down the flights of stairs, Alyse's chestnut hued gaze fell upon the sight of the dark haired cultist she had grown to know as one of perhaps her closest of contacts within the Sith Order. A light smile curling at the edge of her crimson stained lips, as she regarded the Guardian watching as he was inquiring about the reservation that had been made in her name with the maitre d' as she approached down the stairs from behind Arthur.
"You'd better not be amending my reservation Arthur" Alyse spoke out, as a teasing grin touched upon her features. "Good Evening Sio Naberrie, pleasure to see you again, Master Demici will be accompanying me tonight" she continued, as her attention moved away from her fellow Guardian and over towards the suited restaurant manager, a pleasant smile and nod being exchanged in greeting as she approached the front desk. "Certainly Ms Ti'Varnus, If you will follow me I will show you to your usual table" the Pantoran spoke as he picked up two menus and lead the way for the two towards their table, a rather lonesome looking one within the corner of the restaurant that over the various times she had dined within the restaurant would specifically request - secluded enough to be out of eye shot and quiet enough for her to get lost in her thoughts as she stared at the lake through the windows.
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