~OOC~ Another joint post between @pashatemur and myself, many thanks for lending Master Vos ~IC~ Ahsoka Tano, Quinlan Vos Location: Coruscant, Ursean Embassy She returned to the bed and slipped into the gown. The diaphanous material felt smooth and cool to her skin as she adjusted the strap around her neck and smoothed out the tiny crimped pleats of the skirts. Open at her sides and longer in back, the weight of the multiple layers kept the diaphanous cerulean blue layers from floating too freely about her legs as she moved, and with so much of her legs showing, the cool weight of the layers was, thankfully, reassuring. Wishing Mira- Lt. Solinova was here to help, for she made the lacing up seem so easy, Ahsoka had stood for some time holding the split sides of the halter bodice against her chest with her chin while turning round and round trying to reach the thin straps of the back through the tabs at the sides. She watched her image in a mirror and laughed at her gown. This dress was more about what wasn’t there than what was and for something that was more “wasn’t there”, it was confounding to put on! Backless, save for the thin but strong lacing that held the pleated two sides of the front bodice in place, she had wondered how the plunging neckline would stay put with movement and giggled at the suction of the lining’s “cups,” exclaiming, “Oh, that’s strange!” However, she had to admit, it was also ingenious. She pulled the two sides of blue chiffon over her sternum, but they simply resumed their pleated state to lie neatly back in place leaving her chest from collarbone to diaphragm exposed, the little white japor snippet a small dot of warmth just to remind her of how revealing this top was and yet familiar and comforting too. Finally tied off, the bodice lay in place and she could now give her attention to cinching her waist with the broad gilded synth leather sash to properly gerd her middle and keep the hilt of the saber on her safe and concealed, but she was having some difficulty getting it to lay just right. Her lekku continually wound up tangled in the procedure or the angle was all wrong. Still, she could see that the finished effect was beautiful and inspired, she gave herself a few twirls to admire the swirling of the skirts about her legs and then resumed addressing the sash in earnest. This was the third time she had taken it off and tried again, this time with her lekku pulled back over her shoulders trailing down her back. The sash was important. She needed it to conceal the lightsaber. There was a sharp knock at the door. “Again?” Ahsoka breathed. Tilting her head, "Who is it?" She called out. "It’s myself, ‘Vos’, I've come to collect you. The circus is ready to lift off." "Ah-Thank you!" She called out. "Umm… Come in." The doors made a faint hiss as they parted and then closed again with a wooden creak, so strange to hear in the unsleeping megalopolis, and then there was a moment of silence which Ahsoka figured would probably be hesitation on Master Vos' part. "I'm having some difficulty with this, would you be able to hold these while I attempt to get this right?" She turned her back to the Kiffu as he stepped into the room. "What are you attempting?" He arched his brow as she gathered her lekku together towards the base and lifted for him to hold for her. It was certainly a gesture signaling her willingness to trust the erstwhile Jedi Master. She felt he did not mistake or miss it as the warmth of his large hands gently and tentatively encircled her lekku. But then, he would have done so for Aayla, wouldn’t he have, for Aayla was his Padawan! Ahsoka smiled wistfully, remembering her. "A wild card," she said as she noticed him noting Anakin’s saber against the fine fabric that adorned her. She shivered slightly. It felt bizarre for someone to handle her lekku, but it was necessary. "Just on the off chance there is ...a confrontation to be faced down, I have something on standby." She placed the sash across her stomach and wrapped the sides around. "Your technique is unpracticed," he asserted, the comment so out of the blue that she stopped and gazed back at Vos in the mirror. He sighed and closed his eyes and indicated with his hand what he spoke. "Pass it to me, turn around." She looked at their reflection and watched in an oddly stilled moment, watching him and smiling a little at his knowing movements and contrasting awkwardness in his expression as he wrapped the sash deftly around her and the saber. The things he seemed to know! "Thank you." She whispered as he was in the last stage of expertly tying off her sash. "Also, I want to say sorry if I gave you a hard time earlier.” "You give as good as you take, " Vos dismissed it and decided not to continue with a comment concerning the value of retraining some technique. "I guess fair is fair." Ahsoka shrugged slowly, looking after Vos, thoughtfully. She arranged her side lekku and let them to drape at her sides and nestled in the crook of her shoulder. Her image surprised her and she smiled uninhibited at first at the pleasing picture she made, but then moved a few steps back. "Now be honest, how do I look?" “Brilliant - and NO it does not make you look fat! Now, let’s go.” said the Ledaren without hesitation. “Really?” Ahsoka’s expression brightened briefly and then a frown set in. “Then it won’t do, it is too much and I have to find something else. I don’t want to be a focal point at an event meant for someone else.” The Kiffu crossed his arms and chuckled warmly. “Spoken like a fine abbess,” he said in a way that made the word “abbess” sound like a epithet. Ahsoka was about to comment when in frustration Vos said, “That’s it, you’re ready, Viktigt ung tjej.” She glared at him for a second, wondering at the meaning of the Ursean he spoke and then her expression soften. “I was trying to be humble.” “You can play Jedi later, Mizz Tano. The chariot awaits us all.” Ahsoka crinkled her nose and was about to respond to his remark about ‘play Jedi’ but held back and looked away. “Okay… okay.” She slipped her feet into the leather sandals and moistened her lips as she looked back to him. “After you, V...Viktigt ung tjej,” she said stumbling slightly over the sounds. Vos smirked and corrected her with a slight bow, “Viktigt herre...” He stepped out as she quickly knelt down and buckled up her sandals of rich gold that complimented her diaphanous gown. “There!” She commented to herself as she left to join Master Vos out in the hallway. They walked in sync and in silence, until they reached the turbolift where they stood waiting for a moment as it was called. His voice broke the silence. “Still upset about being called a Jedi?” “Upset? As in what I said to you before we left to collect Cadet Solo?” Ahsoka arched her brow. “Anakin needs me to be and I will do so to the best of my abilities.” “Hmmm…” He wasn’t satisfied with the answer. “Yet, you don’t want to be one?” “No…” Ahsoka gently shook her head. “That’s not it…” The doors opened and they stepped into the turbolift. “Just that feeling of being an outcast sometimes comes to me… I take it you were not told the full details about why I left the Temple before the fall, but it wasn’t a light decision. The council had expelled me for a crime I did not commit and used me as a sacrificial offer to appease the Chancellor, the Senate and Admiral Tarkin. Not a very family thing to do to their own, right?” She shook her head, her lekku swayed and the bands which adorn them dazzled in the light. The pearls and crystals glinting and swayed with her every movement. “Anakin never gave up on me, got down to the bottom of the matter and cleared me, but the damage was done. The council… while I knew Masters Yoda, Koon and Kenobi were genuine, I also knew that the others gave me half-hearted excuses and apologies and one…” Her voice strained, “...whom I shall not name, thought that I could be brought back so easily by awarding me a promotion to Knight and making it out that it was their intention all along for it to be my trials.” Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She let out a sigh and lifted her head as the lift chimed to announce the doors were set to open. “What’s past is past. Cannot change that,” She composed her expression and glanced to Master Vos, flashing him a brave smile, “but we can shape the future…. just one step at a time.” Ahsoka stood taller. “Besides, this evening should be splendid.” Vos stood, chin in hand as he listened thoughtfully. He had more than a comment to make, but the doors opened onto the populated hall and many eyes turned to the two as the doors of the lift parted and Vos and Ahsoka were obliged to step into the bustle. Unused to meeting the etiquette of society with more than his usual caustic wit and cavalier regard, the Ledaren pulled himself up too and nodded stiffly to several high ranking officers in the group who stood close by their Re. It was hard to miss Anakin,. He was usually the one in the middle of a mess! The big Kiffu smiled to himself. “Understood, Commissar Tano. Perhaps a word later on what you have just spoken...” Vos gestured to Ahsoka that they should advance and place themselves at the center of the hubbub. TAG: Anakin, Celeste and company.