ᥫ᭡ .°• @slayerofhutts :: "Madam Guyot," Leia nods politely, "I believe my father has left the party. Thinking I would get into no trouble if I remained at your side. I believe that is a compliment to your integrity rather then on my habit of finding trouble."
The approach by the junior senator from Alderaan prompts a greeting smile. Whether Imperial officer, wealthy aristocrat, or polemical senator, Brienne treats all with the same welcoming cordiality. Such is an ingrained politeness from her high-class upbringing, while also knowing that investiture parties are as much hives for undercutting others as they are celebrations. Politics is not her arena; she keeps her opinions to herself. Could this be what Senator Organa is referring to?
The barely sipped Kali Cooler in her hand is held closer as she turns, glossy red lips stretching before she replies to the compliment. “Very humbling, if so,” though now a part of her thinks it’s because of her dullness. Such a common attribute of bankers, after all.
“I recall the insistence of being chaperoned in my youth,” she says consolingly, “And those were not political events that held much weight. I’m sure your father is simply being protective of your time.” She isn't exactly sure if Leia's jest about being reckless is simply that or the truth.


















