[She watches with a curious expression. Padmé might have thought that the Force was somehow involved, but she has since learned of such things as magic. Or, for all she knows, the cloak is a being that is sentient on its own accord, a race that simply doesn't exist in her galaxy.
Her smile grows, offering her hand to the cloak, as it gives the impression that it is providing one in return. Smooth, is what she thinks, uncertain still if it is alive or aware, as the cloth is pressed against her hand. It's not until that noise arises that Padmé finds her attention diverted away from the cloak, to a man who bears a less than impressed expression on his face.
Yet, she cannot help the small peel of laughter at the interaction between the two.]
If - he? [It? She doesn't want to offend.] Is that old, he's in quite good shape.
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Her smile grows, offering her hand to the cloak, as it gives the impression that it is providing one in return. Smooth, is what she thinks, uncertain still if it is alive or aware, as the cloth is pressed against her hand. It's not until that noise arises that Padmé finds her attention diverted away from the cloak, to a man who bears a less than impressed expression on his face.
Yet, she cannot help the small peel of laughter at the interaction between the two.]
If - he? [It? She doesn't want to offend.] Is that old, he's in quite good shape.
[That light twinkle in her eye.]
Padmé Amidala. A pleasure to meet you and....?
[Does the cloak even have a name?]