Post by Faina Delvardus on May 31, 2022 11:29:19 GMT -8
Lost Things
Imperial Knight Risette Levigne, a twenty seven year old Shownarri with red hair, brown eyes and delicate features, had been assigned as an aide to Brock after he assumed the duties of Steward of the Order when their Grandmaster had married the Emperor. Risette sometimes wonders if anyone bothered to tell the Steward that he had been given an aide at all, as he rarely gives her anything to do, and often appears to forget about her entirely. Like when he left Coruscant without telling her he had plans to do so two days ago, leaving it up to her to find out he came to Muuilinst for whatever reasons he had for doing so.
Risette, smiling as she finds Brock sleeping at his desk, surrounded by datapads and datachips that almost make her believe that he has come here to get caught up on some of the administrative work he usually leaves to pile up, as though he believes it will magically get done if he leaves it long enough. Risette is the one that gets the tasks done, of course, though she can see how Brock might assume it was magic since he so often forgets she has been assigned to him. Looking closer, Risette sees the dust on the datapads and datacards, and sighs, guessing that she knows what is in store for her in the near future. But, Risette reminds herself, she just might have something more important to do if her feeling about the matter she has come to bring to Brock's attention is correct.
Tilting her head from one side to the other as she debates whether to wake Brock with a subtle throat clearing, or a less subtle smack upside the head, Risette instead walks back to the door and drops her datapad to the ground. "Oh, bother! Risette exclaims, trying not to smile as, after seeig Brock's head shoot up from the desk, she bends down to pick up her datapad as though she hadn't seen him sleeping. Walking over to the desk, Risette asks, You remember that report Knight Reinhart sent. . . she trails off, seeing the blank look on Brock's face and the datachip with Reinhart's report on Brock's desk with an impressive coat of dust on it, slides the datachip to Brock without breaking her conversational stride, where he informed you that he had . . . she trails off again, seeing Brock looking at her as though trying to remember who she is, then explains without much of a pause, Knight Levigne, sir, your aide. Reinhart found a Force sensitive youngling, as you recall, during the course of his mission, and was intent on bringing them here to assess whether or not they would be a suitable candidate for training. That was over a week ago, sir, and Reinhart has neither reported in, nor responded to any attempts on our part to reach him. I believe, sir, we ought to send someone to try and find Reinhart and the youngling," Risette prompts him, knowing that, if past experience repeats itself, he will remember the idea as his own when he inevitably forgets about her once more.
Imperial Knight Risette Levigne, a twenty seven year old Shownarri with red hair, brown eyes and delicate features, had been assigned as an aide to Brock after he assumed the duties of Steward of the Order when their Grandmaster had married the Emperor. Risette sometimes wonders if anyone bothered to tell the Steward that he had been given an aide at all, as he rarely gives her anything to do, and often appears to forget about her entirely. Like when he left Coruscant without telling her he had plans to do so two days ago, leaving it up to her to find out he came to Muuilinst for whatever reasons he had for doing so.
Risette, smiling as she finds Brock sleeping at his desk, surrounded by datapads and datachips that almost make her believe that he has come here to get caught up on some of the administrative work he usually leaves to pile up, as though he believes it will magically get done if he leaves it long enough. Risette is the one that gets the tasks done, of course, though she can see how Brock might assume it was magic since he so often forgets she has been assigned to him. Looking closer, Risette sees the dust on the datapads and datacards, and sighs, guessing that she knows what is in store for her in the near future. But, Risette reminds herself, she just might have something more important to do if her feeling about the matter she has come to bring to Brock's attention is correct.
Tilting her head from one side to the other as she debates whether to wake Brock with a subtle throat clearing, or a less subtle smack upside the head, Risette instead walks back to the door and drops her datapad to the ground. "Oh, bother! Risette exclaims, trying not to smile as, after seeig Brock's head shoot up from the desk, she bends down to pick up her datapad as though she hadn't seen him sleeping. Walking over to the desk, Risette asks, You remember that report Knight Reinhart sent. . . she trails off, seeing the blank look on Brock's face and the datachip with Reinhart's report on Brock's desk with an impressive coat of dust on it, slides the datachip to Brock without breaking her conversational stride, where he informed you that he had . . . she trails off again, seeing Brock looking at her as though trying to remember who she is, then explains without much of a pause, Knight Levigne, sir, your aide. Reinhart found a Force sensitive youngling, as you recall, during the course of his mission, and was intent on bringing them here to assess whether or not they would be a suitable candidate for training. That was over a week ago, sir, and Reinhart has neither reported in, nor responded to any attempts on our part to reach him. I believe, sir, we ought to send someone to try and find Reinhart and the youngling," Risette prompts him, knowing that, if past experience repeats itself, he will remember the idea as his own when he inevitably forgets about her once more.
