Myka was disappointed not to be able to touch his hair, but it was precisely what she expected, as well. This was someone who covered up and hid – he wasn’t soon going to be touched, or revealed, in any true sense of the word. Not that easily.
She had little reason to doubt his statement about his armor, but nonetheless, as her hand dropped back into her lap, she wore her pout obviously, and said, “I doubt that,” as if some disbelief in his appearance would soothe the fact she couldn’t touch the hair. Or that it might possess him to prove it.
It probably wouldn’t it – at least not immediately.
Over time, it might grate on Ren enough to want to prove something. Despite his restraint so far, the undercurrents of his anger remained obvious enough.
Still, she’d brush it off, shift subjects, and not look at him. Pointedly so, now that she was denied. It was a bit of play, admittedly, but it usually worked in her favor, “So what brought you to this Snoke then? Or what brought Snoke to you, Ren?”
~***~
Poe smiled at the mirialan as they joined, taking a seat besides Azra so they could look at Poe. “I’m Poe,” he offered his hand across. “Good to meet you….”
“Vith,” the Mirialan offered. “You look a little young to know much about this.”
“Maybe,” Poe shrugged, “I was with the navy, though,” he didn’t say ‘New Republic’. Not out in the open. “Grew up on stories of Yavin 4 and Endor,” he said, “I try to live it up a little, but I’d hate to see a return to those days.”
The mirialan also was too young to know much about it, but chuckled, agreeing with the sentiment, even if there was something not quite so cheerful about that, “Not with the navy anymore?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I found something better.”
She had little reason to doubt his statement about his armor, but nonetheless, as her hand dropped back into her lap, she wore her pout obviously, and said, “I doubt that,” as if some disbelief in his appearance would soothe the fact she couldn’t touch the hair. Or that it might possess him to prove it.
It probably wouldn’t it – at least not immediately.
Over time, it might grate on Ren enough to want to prove something. Despite his restraint so far, the undercurrents of his anger remained obvious enough.
Still, she’d brush it off, shift subjects, and not look at him. Pointedly so, now that she was denied. It was a bit of play, admittedly, but it usually worked in her favor, “So what brought you to this Snoke then? Or what brought Snoke to you, Ren?”
~***~
Poe smiled at the mirialan as they joined, taking a seat besides Azra so they could look at Poe. “I’m Poe,” he offered his hand across. “Good to meet you….”
“Vith,” the Mirialan offered. “You look a little young to know much about this.”
“Maybe,” Poe shrugged, “I was with the navy, though,” he didn’t say ‘New Republic’. Not out in the open. “Grew up on stories of Yavin 4 and Endor,” he said, “I try to live it up a little, but I’d hate to see a return to those days.”
The mirialan also was too young to know much about it, but chuckled, agreeing with the sentiment, even if there was something not quite so cheerful about that, “Not with the navy anymore?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I found something better.”