"I do spend a lot of time on it," Niverian admits. "It's basically my home." He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze and heads out into the main spaceport. There are Thul guardsmen scattered here and there, but they don't really seem to notice either Purple or Niverian, or if they do, they clearly don't register either of them as a threat. House Thul is allied with the Sith Empire, just as the Chiss are, so they're assuming Niverian is an ally. And cyborgs are not at all unusual in this reality, so they don't even bat an eyelash at Purple.
He leads the way out of the space port, walking at a leisurely pace to give both of them some time to take in the scenery. The air is chilly, to go with the snow on the ground, a gentle breeze blowing through every now and then, rustling the branches of the evergreens scattered around the castle grounds and in the forests beyond. Overhead, large, avian creatures called thrantas drift serenely past, some with large saddles strapped to their backs and bearing passengers, others without any riders or saddles.
Thul nobles and servants mill around, going about their daily business, some walking with Imperial officers in gray uniforms that lack the red markings Niverian's uniform has, speaking to each other in low tones. Some other officers have purple markings instead of red. Some of them wear all gray uniforms with tan trousers.
Niverian takes her to a small restaurant on the Castle Thul grounds, one that has a spectacular view of the castle itself. The hostess greets them both politely, welcoming them to Alderaan and Castle Thul, and shows them to their table, leaving them with a pair of menus. Niverian pulls out her chair for her. "After you, madam," he says, smiling.
no subject
He leads the way out of the space port, walking at a leisurely pace to give both of them some time to take in the scenery. The air is chilly, to go with the snow on the ground, a gentle breeze blowing through every now and then, rustling the branches of the evergreens scattered around the castle grounds and in the forests beyond. Overhead, large, avian creatures called thrantas drift serenely past, some with large saddles strapped to their backs and bearing passengers, others without any riders or saddles.
Thul nobles and servants mill around, going about their daily business, some walking with Imperial officers in gray uniforms that lack the red markings Niverian's uniform has, speaking to each other in low tones. Some other officers have purple markings instead of red. Some of them wear all gray uniforms with tan trousers.
Niverian takes her to a small restaurant on the Castle Thul grounds, one that has a spectacular view of the castle itself. The hostess greets them both politely, welcoming them to Alderaan and Castle Thul, and shows them to their table, leaving them with a pair of menus. Niverian pulls out her chair for her. "After you, madam," he says, smiling.