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When the door opens tonight, the sounds of an elegant dinner party are audible for a moment (restrained laughter, the low buzz of voices, glasses and silverware clinking perfectly). The woman who steps through is young and blonde and beautiful (aren't they all? even if her features are a little too sharp to be conventionally attractive), with the height and athletic build to pull off a concoction of black and white that is at the height of rigid Imperial fashion. She is laughing over her shoulder, beginning to say something--
She stiffens before she even turns (but she turns, and quickly).
Something calculating shifts behind dark eyes for a split second, and then she is stunned, pretty Edallia Monotheer again, standing frozen in the middle of Milliways in an evening gown, mouth hanging partly open and eyes moving every which way.
[Mun just asks that if your pup is going to recognize her specifically as Ysanne Isard (which they likely would not without the use of the Force), that you would keep them away just for this post, say thankya. Everyone else is more than fair game.]
She stiffens before she even turns (but she turns, and quickly).
Something calculating shifts behind dark eyes for a split second, and then she is stunned, pretty Edallia Monotheer again, standing frozen in the middle of Milliways in an evening gown, mouth hanging partly open and eyes moving every which way.
[Mun just asks that if your pup is going to recognize her specifically as Ysanne Isard (which they likely would not without the use of the Force), that you would keep them away just for this post, say thankya. Everyone else is more than fair game.]