Log:Tarisian Celebration of Rebirth
Aryn hosts a high society party in her Tarisian penthouse
OOC Date: December 18, 2020
Location: Night City, Taris
Participants: Aejin, Khalim, Lahni, Wrrlryyhn, Chani Tahn, Aryn Cole
The Night City of Taris stood as a well lit backdrop and view of the entire wall of windows that comprised one side of this luxury penthouse apartment. The foyer revealed a dark chestnut tinted wooden floor with an elegant arrangement of art and pictures depicting colorful scenes of life in the upper district. The foyer segued to a very large den, its center consisting of ample luxury seating, and on one wall a hearth with a fire that idly flickered, gas powered.
Soft, jazzy music played from a live arrangement that occupied one corner of the penthouse. A glittering chandelier hung over the dining area where all manner of food was offered in buffet style with staff eager to both cater to the guests' needs and place selections on their plates too!
There was a portion of the party outside on the patio and private landing too, with string lights decorating the garden and fountain. Ample seating was provided on the landing pad for the fireworks display scheduled to take place to memorialize the rebirth of Taris.
Aryn Cole can be found near the various wine and brandy selections holding out a glass to have it filled with Commenor brandy. She's dressed in a dark green dress matched with silver jewelry and glittering earrings. She even wears makeup, accentuating the youthful features of her face with lipstick that accentuates her lips pretty shape! Her hair is elegantly done, partially braided to restrain the rest of the blonde and keep it from cupping her face.
With brandy in hand, Aryn steps from the table and walks toward the fire to stand out in the open to greet guests as they arrive.
There are many guests here, many high born and elegantly dressed. Posh accents and conversations murmur, though barely heard over the casual tunes from the band.
Lahni steps in - arm in arm with her wookiee companion, the silver fabric of her skirt swishing around her as she walks - her smile widening as she hears the strains of live music floating through the air. "Not bad," she remarks - casually shifting her grip from Wrrlryyhn's arm, to her friend's hand, so her much-taller friend can 'help' as she spins in place to the music. "We are going to have to dance," she remarks. And given the fact that she was arriving with Wrrl - and a certain Mirialan known for his dancing skills - that seems a given.
"Shall we greet the hostess?" she asks.
Not mingling with the crowd, Chani Tahn is currently seated with the live arrangement. Behind one of the harps, the young Naboo woman is dressed simply, but comfortably, and her fingers gently glide over the strings in time with the music set out before her. It adds to the rest of the ensemble, allowing them to fill the apartment with something that's both entertaining, but not overwhelming to listen to. It serves as the perfect white noise and back drop to everything taking place, unobtrusive. She barely looks up from the music, engaged with the task at hand yet seeming relaxed all at the same time, shoulders back, posture straight, head gently tilted to the side to observe the music. She seems at peace in her place, fluid with the work of her fingers.
Wrrlryyhn enters with Lahni, dressed as fancy as one was likely to see a Wookiee. A delicate green shawl drapes her shoulder, and braids and sparkling beads contain chestnut head fur. The Wookiee warbles softly in appreciation of the music and gives her Omwati companion a gentle spin. She gives an amused chortle to Lahni, and nods her agreement for dancing. A glance over her shoulder to make sure Khalim's still with them.
Part of the trio walking in from Aryn's private landing pad, a handsomely attired Mirialan is just a step behind the others, and a quick smile is sent Wrrylryyhn's way as she checks on him. Arriving within the den, Khalim nods appreciatively at not only the suite itself, luxuriously appointment by someone with an obvious eye for understated fashion, but at the party itself. A real high society soiree, this was. The Mirialan may not run with the most polished crowd these days, but his upbringing was different, and as he stands, the trio finally halted and consulting with one another, he looks the part; from space tuxedo to short-hewn locks well styled yet still managing to look slightly unkempt.
"Let's," Khalim replies to Lahni's question. It was always a good idea to make introductions as early as possible. The music drifting across the room draws appreciative dark brown eyes. The musicians were clearly masters of their craft, especially the harpists.
Standing by the firelight, Aryn turns slightly to regard the flames in thought, though her eyes do not linger long. For fear of giving a troubled look, her gaze travels upward to lock onto Chani, watching her play her harp and looking so engaged. Seeing the Naboo woman in a peaceful place makes Aryn smile, appreciative for her.
When the door opened and more guests came in, Aryn turned and put on a genuine smile when she saw familiar faces. She steps toward them, taking a leisurely pace. "Miss Lahni.. Wrrlryyhn.. you both look stunning. Find your peace in here, and food just there; we also have a great selection of wine and brandy for tasting to commemorate this wonderful occasion."
"It's so good of you to have us," Lahni replies with warmth as she steps forward to clasp Aryn's free hand in both of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze before releasing it again. "I brought a bottle of Blossom Wine - from Ax's Winery," she remarks, nodding her head towards the bar. "I presume I should bring it there, or...?" she asks cocking her head curiously.
Wrrlryyhn warbles a greeting to Aryn as they head over to pay their respects. Like Lahni, she too has brought a bottle. As the hostess compliments them she chirrs her thanks, and warbles her own appreciation. A large shaggy paw gestures behind her to the Mirialan that rounds up their little trio. As they chat, gaze flits over to Chani as she plays.
"rwal rwarrl, rwowoal! rwarrl grarrrl rwarrl woeieowl, rwal rwarrl grarrrl grarrrl rwarrl,"
Wasaka (21433) repeats after Wrrlryyhn, "Thank you, Doctor! Your home is beautiful, thank you for having us,"
Aryn's approach and introduction is met with a smile and a slight dip of his head in reply, "Khalim, and a pleasure Aryn." He gestures about the den, and in particular the wide sweeping view offered of Taris beyond. "This is a beautiful home, thank you for opening it up to us.
No hint of Nar Shaddaa on the man, he may as well be the young scion of an important Mirialan family, representing political interests or a family's social presence. He's made this transformation before, of course, though his Wookiee and Omwati companions may not have been given this direct a dose before.
And his attention is again drawn to the live music, soothing and background-perfect. A gesture is made in the players' directions. "Beautiful," he says, "and the room seems perfect for it." Khalim glances side-long at Wrrylryyhn and observes, "The harpist seems like she was born with the instrument in her hand, doesn't she."
Chani barely glances up from where she is behind the harp, but when she does, it's easy to spot the noble woman making her rounds and greeting new individuals. She spies a Wookiee and the singer she met before, as well as other faces she's never seen before. There are brief breaks of her eyes from the sheet to her fingers and then to the rest of the room, spying people caught up in conversation and others who are watching the ensemble at their instruments, at work to make the atmosphere relaxing and conducive to a more up-beat mood. Chani's gaze returns to the harp, and she allows her mind to drift away, setting aside any recent memories to focus purely on the music that's flowing as a result of her fingers moving along the strings of the harp.
Aryn only has the one hand free, and when it's claimed by Lahni for a gentle squeeze, Aryn's smile widens. "It is my pleasure, truly." Aryn brings her hand back to hold her glass with both, gripping its stem and showing painted nails! "Why yes, over there will do, Miss Chani. Thank you for bringing wine. I think I might visit it once this glass is finished." To help in that endeavor she raises it and sips, turning her gaze to the majestic Wookiee, Wrrlryyhn. "You are very welcome, Wrrlryyhn. I hope you find it comfortable, and meeting your every need for the evening." She smiles up at the tall Wookiee.
To Khalim, Aryn dips her head appreciatively. "Enchanted, Mr. Khalim. Of course, it is my pleasure. A beautiful evening in Tarisian skies should not be spent alone. Such an auspicious occasion deserves company; a compliment of voices to cheer the rebirth of a world."
When Khalim brings up Chani, Aryn pivots slightly to look toward the dark-haired Naboo native and smiles. "Just so.. I daresay she looks at home when her fingers touch the strings. Were it possible to find peace in all the things we do, and look as she does now, I would think of doing little else." Aryn turns back to regard the trio. "Are we ready for drinks?" She was speaking more to them than referencing herself.
From beyond the primary means of access to the suite a hand waves, as though trying to signal the door to open. When it does finally open, there stands Aejin. Helmet on, armor strapped on tight, and looking as though the Mandalorian could be there to start trouble at any moment. He does not, however. Instead his gloved hands rise up and his helmet is lifted free of his dome. One may note that his head does not bow to remove his helmet. Once liberated from the helmet, it is tucked away beneath one arm and pinned in at his side. Unlike many of his species that have hit the galaxy-at-large, Aejin is free of the tattoos and piercings often found amongst his people. Allegedly, anyway.
As Aejin crosses the threshold, he offers a shallow dip of his chin toward those who may take note of a Mandalorian's arrival. He seems at least conscious of what a Mandalorian showing up to a party can often mean, which may very well be why his hands remain away from the armament adorning particular parts of his tall, lean frame. As he begins to move deeper into the suite, Aejin's silvery-grey eyes dance about. The scarred up Rattataki even seems to smile to a few people present, celebrating the rebirth of Taris.
Lahni follows Khalim and Aryn's gaze to the harpist, recognizing the woman with curiosity. "Well," she remarks quietly. "We'll have to discuss the craft, sometime," she remarks. Her own harp, of course, waited for her at home - where hopefully her younger siblings were not toying with the expensive instrument.
She pulls her attention back towards her hostess, smiling politely as she remarks, "I would love a drink. Please." She gestures gracefully for Aryn to lead the way, linking arms with Wrrlryyhn again. She remains momentarily unaware of the Mandalorian in the room - it isn't until others begin murmuring at his presence that she turns a curious gaze towards him.
Wrrlryyhn warbles softly at the others, her expression as unimposing as she can make it. Blunt muzzle parts in what she hopes passes for a pleasant smile. She takes her bottle of Lum, following Aryn and Lahni over to the bar to set down her her offering. She motions Khalim over, nodding at him observation about the Harpist.
She too looks over at the Mandalorian joins the party. Wrr studies him a moment, making sure he's not he to make trouble, as he looks geared to do. The least he could have done was put a few bows on his armor. None the less, a large, shaggy hand lifts, as she warbles a greeting. He doesn't look to be any of the Mandos she's familiar with.
"A drink would be appreciated," Khalim agrees, attention shifting at Wrrlryyhn's beckoning to the table near the aristocratic woman upon which she'd just selected one of several vintages of brandy. "I think I'll trust your taste," he adds, indicating the glass held in both hands. He shifts to claim a glass, and holds it out. Fortunately, in the direction of an attendant, who asks, "Preference, Sir?" Khalim points at the fanciest bottle, because, why not. Soon he too is holding a fine-looking glass of pale yellow spirits.
A Mandalorian's arrival catches the others' attention before his own, preoccupied with his fancy glass of some kind of high society space cognac, but he does eventually note Aejin's stride through the den. There's a hint of familiarity to the Rattataki, and it only takes but an additional moment for that familiarity to shift into a memory. The Pulse. At a point at which he thinks the Mandalorian's attention may be in his direction, the Mirialan offers a small nod and a simple, and quite possibly humor-lined smile.
A gloved hand rises up from Aejin's side and, as though his hand were a blaster he points it toward Lahni. His thumb twitches down twice. Finger blasters. Clearly the Mandalorian was showing his acknowledgement of the attention. Then there's a wave from a Wookiee and Aejin's face practically alights, his own hand rising up to wave almost too happily and eagerly toward the Wookiee. He does not seek to make a scene however and his hand slowly lowers back down, clearly in a bid to reduce his overall levels of energy just enough to not get thrown out. There are, after all, drinks to be had. As a result Aejin begins to move forward, carrying himself along in his armor as deftly as a Hapan princess in a gown or Kuati businessman in a tailored suit.
Aejin begins to work his way through the party, until he can retrieve a glass for himself. Helmet still tucked beneath his arm and pinned in at his side, his gaze skims throughout the foyer and den, before traveling to peer out toward the landing pad. When the glass is lowered, Aejin's focus returns to the other guests. Signaling his openness to mingle. Then there's a familiar Mirialan, which Aejin acknowledges with a calmly spoken regard, "Ah, Khalim. Good to see you're still alive. Enjoying Taris?"
Aryn walks them across the floor to the drink area where the staff await to pour drinks for the guests with smiles on their face. Aryn is content and quiet, watching the wine and brandy flow while murmurs surface from the high born about an armored person. Aryn's fair gaze settles on the Mandalorian, yet no alarm surfaces from the hostess. They were not the first Mandalorian she had seen, in fact, Aryn had many friends who followed the Resol'nare.
She stepped closer to greet this newcomer with a warm smile. "Well met, sir. I do not believe I have the pleasure of your name: I am Aryn." She offers a dainty hand, colored nails and all.
A young woman appeared from outside wearing an Alderaanian garb and light blue cape with glittering silver. Her hair is dark brown, brushed straight, with a glittering emerald blossom pinning her dark strands back from her face. Those familiar with their great Houses might recognize her emblazon as Alde. "Your highness," Lady Kiko says softly, clasping her hands at her back and stopping by Aryn's side. "I believe the fireworks is soon to start. Shall we bring the guests beneath the stars?"
Aryn turns to glance at Kiko, then around the room. "Please; thank you, my Lady." Kiko bows, and steps to one side sweeping her cape back with an arm. "Esteemed guests, please make your stops near the drinks and begin to make your way beneath the stars. Seating is arranged for the fireworks display. Bring coats to ward the chill, there is a subtle wind this eve," Kiko says, then turns to step back outside.
Lahni accepts a glance of the wine - taking a sip from the deceptively sweet drink, an appreciative smile forming on her features. She is about to take another sip when the Mandalorian gestures to her - in his own... quaint way, earning raises eyebrows - as well as an amused smile before she nods in return.
She turns towards her friends just before the announcement is made - a look of disappointment crossing her features for a moment. "I suppose the dancing will wait," she remarks. "Khalim - you do look so daper like this. Don't you think, Wrrlryyhn? We should get you polished up more often." She's happy to join arms with her friends and accompany them out under the stars, giving a faint shiver from the cold - and pulling in a little closer to Wrrlryyhn. It's always useful to have a wookiee friend.
Wrrlryyhn busied herself with making sure everyone had drinks. The Wookiee chirred softly at Khalim as she herself got a drink. Of course, she caused the servants a bit of trouble, as she required something other than the dainty glasses for her drink. Eventually an appropriate vessel was found and filled with wine for the Wookiee. She nods at Lahni and her bservation to Khalim's dapperness.
Wrr warbles happily as the Mandalorian waves back at her. As he nears to greet Khalim and get a drink, she takes note of the ryykblade on his back. She gives a startled murr? and seems about to speak. However, the Lady announces the fireworks, and so Wrr heads out with the other guests. She gives Jin a look that might say 'we'll fiscuss this later.' or, it might say 'your bones stay crunchy in milk' or.. well, whatever it says, she heads outside with the others, Lahni on her arm.
The Rattataki seems to have shifted into mingle-mode, and his greeting -- Khalim recognizes it as neutral-friendly, so basically all good for the person being spoken to -- is returned with a nod. No commentary about the previous night necessary, Miri probably spooked /herself/ in the mirror from time to time. "I am, it's my first time here actually. I'd never had reason to visit before." His space cognac, of a vintage completely unknown to the pear-hued man, is raised for a sip. "You?"
Lahni's remark elicits a little chuckle. "Lahni, that suggests I don't /always/ look dapper." Which, of course, he doesn't. Perhaps he should wear these duds out and about among the Nar Shaddaan hordes. Perhaps a monocle might add a little... something. Wrrlryyhn's agreement prompts Khalim to shoot an assessing glance between the two, and he looks almost hurt. "I don't look dapper every day?"
At Kiko's arrival, and her words with the Lady Cole, Khalim glances beyond the great transparisteel paneling comprising the far wall, to stars beyond. Fireworks, and probably some that may even rival Aejin's hardware. The Mirialan gestures in the direction of the pad for Wrrl and Lahni's benefit, and after a glance to Aejin, including him in their little group dynamic, he says, "Shall we see some explosions?"
There's someone approaching. Aejin's pale eyes fix on the apparent hostess making their approach. When there's a greeting from Aryn Cole and an offered hand, Aejin seems to regard the helmet held beneath one arm and the glass of brandy in the other. He lifts the drink up and begins to hurriedly drink it down. Only when the glass is emptied does he set it aside and offer his own greeting in return, "Aryn, I am Aejin," he answers simply as he accepts the hand. Or the arm, anyway. He clasps it within his gloved hand for a moment, pumps it twice, and then withdraws from the embrace before his chin dips downward ever so slightly, "It seems you're the one who put this affair together? You have my thanks, for your hospitality".
Then as the call to the outdoor pad and impending fireworks is announced, Aejin's chin dips once more as though to silently withdraw himself from the conversation so that Aryn may return to other important matters. The Mandalorian does at least begin to follow along with the crowds making their exit, offering a nod here and there, and at times even a faint smile!
Out on the landing pad however, Aejin's free to take in the air and enjoy the company of others. The sounds arising from Wrrylryyhn earns a momentary once-over from the Mandalorian, his eyes sweeping over the titan of furry strength. The look, it seems, may have been misinterpreted. Because Aejin begins to approach. Aejin's voice finally issuing as he greets the Wookiee in its native tongue and his own voice begins to growl, gurgle, and rumble toward her, "Garrrr urrggh aaugghruuu. Hrrmmfffn?"
There's an issue with that seemingly happy or excited remark. Despite Aejin having clearly been told at some point he spoke Shyriiwook very well: he does not. His literal translation comes across as something along the lines of: 'Hutt purple duraplast monkey-lizard Corellian library. Where is the refresher?'
Despite that fact and Aejin's apparent ignorance at seeming a bit brain-touched; hee seems extremely pleased to see a Wookiee out and about.
Khalim's question directed at Aejin earns a glance from the Mandalorian and a nod in return to that question, "Explosions make my armor tighter," he states with all seriousness as the Rattataki then turns to await the impending explosions.
"I merely meant that you look even more dapper than usual, in this splendid tuxedo," Lahni answers the man with a hint of amusement curling at the corners of her lips. "I do apologize if I mis-spoke. How careless of me." Her left hand touches lightly at her chest, before dropping back to her side to watch Aejin's approach. Incomprehension shows plainly on her features as the man attempts to speak the wookiee language, and she looks up towards her friend to see if the words make more sense to her.
"Enchanted, Aejin. -- I am, yes. You are quite welcome, Mr. Aejin. Please make yourself comfortable, and enjoy the refreshments." When Aejin had taken Aryn's arm, she had expected it but it still turned her cheeks a shade of red and coaxed a larger smile to form. When he had released her arm, her hand rejoined its other in holding her glass. She turned then, with a quiet dip of her head and slowly walked outside.
The atmosphere was different outside. There was a garden, and fountain, with string lights that were hung above to light the stone pathway out to the landing platform. Domestic shielding eliminated any need for shelter out on the tarmac, because it kept the drift of discarded fireworks away with a shimmer of blue, when activated of course.
Out here, the sounds of the city came to life with speeders below. Distant lights appeared like globes, while lights closer to this building glimmered in the darkness, giving the entire city a pleasant air despite its obvious metropolis feel. There was a subtle chill in the air, though not so dramatic as to see one's breath. Taris was typically warm and humid, though tonight the air was lighter. Seeing the stars was the real challenge given the shifting clouds above. They were not stormy clouds, just the perpetual cloud cover that gave the night city its nickname.
Seating was arranged out on the tarmac with ample space for comfort and conversation. Transparisteel railing shaped the perimeter of the large courtyard, giving additional places to occupy with equally stunning views. Aryn took one such place at a railing and lightly leaned against it.
Wrrlryyhn takes a moment to enjoy the outside beauty. She chortles at the exchange between Lahni, herself and Khalim concerning his dapperness or lack there off. "rwarrl rwarrl rwarrl grarrrl." She assured the Mirialan. "grarrrl rwarrl rwarrl grarrrl, rwowoal wrall." What? A girl has to have her standards.
Green eyes regarded the Mandalorian. The blade would require some explanation, but the explanation for the moment, could wait. At the moment though, Wrr clapped his shoulder and pointed into the handsomely appointed apartment within. "rwowoal 'rwarrl rwarrl rwowoal wrall." Wasaka, the droid on her belt, droned a monotone translation.
Wasaka (21433) repeats after Wrrlryyhn, "You are always dapper. For one so tiny, and hairless. The 'Fresher is that way."
The Wookiee paw atop his shoulder and soon enough Aejin is pretty easily aimed in the direction of the refresher. Idly his hand rises up, his fingers curled ever so slightly in that seemingly confused sort of way. Aejin's lips part, his jaw hangs just slightly, and his silvery-grey eyes begin to search over the entirety of the suite that he's been aimed toward. Briefly Aejin looks back up and toward Wrrlryyhn, then ahead again, clearly looking for whatever it is that he's been meant to see. Is this the beginning of some sort of ancient Wookiee vision quest? What was in the brandy?
The Mandalorian turns slightly to shift himself out from beneath the Wookiee's maneuvering touch and he prepares to say something, mouth opened, and then... Aejin pauses. He didn't understand the Wookiee. "I, aaahhhh," Aejin's voice drones off for a moment before he clears his throat, straightens just a little, and then continues, "I have been foolish. I was lead to believe that my Shyriiwook was much more... conversational... than it is. Clearly the little instruction I was given by a friend was, mm, dumbed down for me". Finally Aejin offers a dip of his chin toward the Wookiee, remembering the environment he has walked into, his silvery-grey eyes rise up to regard Wrrlryyhn once more before he concludes, "You have my sincerest apology."
He allows for proper time for the Wookiee to either carry on with the evening or give him a throttling. Either way, he faces it would aplomb. Ready to receive his lumps. At least there will be fireworks.
Lahni's clarification as to his relative dapperness is met with a quick little grin on the Mirialan's part, and it's shifted to Whirl for a moment at /her/ clarification. 'Tiny and hairless,' he muses, but nods. He is, really, comparatively speaking.
Aejin's attempt at inter-species communication prompts a raised brow. He does speak /a little/ Wookiee, so he's not certain if Aejin is just that much more advanced and beyond his ken, or perhaps having an aneurism. He catches the request for directions to the bathroom though and tries his best to mouth a response in that next tom impossible for a near-human to speak language. "woeieowl rwowoal woeieowl rwowoal wrall rwowoal rwowoal rwowoal rwowoal rwowoal rwowoal rwowoal," he says, pointing at Aryn. He then looks up at Whirl, 'How'd I do?'
At that point his attention shifts to the skyline, in anticipation of the imminent display.
Wasaka (21433) repeats after Khalim, "Our rwal grarrrl rwowoal able rwowoal rwoarl rwarrl rwowoal the rallr rwal,"
All at once, fireworks began to rise up all over the city. White, red, green, blue, and fiery orange. They were coming from various places around the city, for as far as the eye could see each way. It sounded like a warzone, and it took Aryn back to Exegol a year ago. In her minds eye, she watched the starbursts of fireworks and could hear the explosions from the war.
A series of fireworks rose up close to their perch atop this aerie, exploding into a brilliant gold with streaming fiery tendrils that cascaded down in sparkles. The BOOM had a concussive kinetic energy to it, breathing air that sent capes rustling a bit. The high society present for this ducked, then laughed and marveled.
More fireworks followed and Aryn fell into a trance watching the sea of explosions spread across the city, a slow tear trailing down her cheek.
Lahni turns to listen to Khalim as well, as he tries to speak Shyriiwook - and once again, she fails to understand. Given Aejin's words, however, she's not entirely convinced it's her fault, however. She takes another sip of her wine - just as the fireworks begin, prompting her to lower her glass with a delighted smile on her features. At the large boom a short time later, she lets out a quiet gasp, followed by an almost giddy laugh. "I've never been quite so close to fireworks," she remarks, still holding to her wookiee friend's arm. "Remarkable, isn't it?"
Wrrlryyhn clutches large, shaggy hands to her chest, as she all but doubles over laughing. It's not clear if she has tear ducts, but if she did, she'd probably be laughing. She chortles long and hard, giving her head a shake at how terribly Khalim and Aejin both 'speak' Shyriiwook. Obviously, she's not about to tear Aejin's head off for his grievous insult. Unless her riotous laughter is some Wookiee preamble to violence.
She sobers enough to take Lahni's arm again without tearing it off unintentionally while laughing and tilts her head back to watch the fire works display, aside, she says to Jin and Khalim. "rwarrl rwowoal rwowoal woeieowl rwarrl rwarrl wrall. rwarrl woeieowl."
Wasaka (21433) repeats after Wrrlryyhn, "You need to work on your Shyriiwook. It's terrible."
As the fireworks begin to alight the sky, Aejin moves forward to join with the throngs of viewers upon the landing pad. He does not sit on the furniture as some do, but instead remains standing. A glance toward Aryn results in the Mandalorian watching her for a moment, perhaps noticing the tear trailing along her cheek. After a moment his attention drifts away once more to regard the fireworks. The Wookiee's laughter is left behind, though the follow-up remark earns a solemn nod from the Rattataki before he answers the observation, "You're right". There was no denying it. As the fireworks in white, red, green, blue, and fiery orange begin to kick off those colors are likewise reflected by the golden sheen of his armor. Helmet still tucked away beneath his arm, the Mandalorian offers a quiet remark, "It really is beautiful". His armor may be getting tighter.
The arrival of the fireworks display quiets Khalim. This was, in fact, a very expensive, very elaborate show and the Mirialan is as captured as the rest. Little bits of side conversation divert him from moment to moment, though, Whirl received a chuckle and a pat on a furry arm. Lahni an enthusiastic, "It is!"
But that display. The pyrotechnics are dazzling, each shell looking to contain an easy three to four kilos of powderized or crystallized explosive. Some, sent much higher, seem likely to be much heavier, and their blossoms fill the night sky with burning, trailing embers. It's beautiful, and the Mirialan echoes Aejin's remark, "Beautiful."
And it is. And for a moment Khalim glances sidelong at his companions, their own gazes captured by the show. Good friends, fireworks, and likely outrageously expensive space cognac. A victory of a night on a faraway planet.
