Firenzetta, Onderon.

Marquess Ashar Nerofi stepped outside her apartments onto the adjacent balcony, as the sunset's warm glow bathed her familial estate. She looked upon the gardens where guests had begun to mingle in the past hour. The last few days had been busy, and she longed for some privacy at last. As much as the brunette appreciated festivities, especially since the current string of banquets and gatherings had been to celebrate her recent success, she had a particular love for her personal residence to be her own territory and not a playground she had to share over and over again.

She was proud of having been elected as the new representative of her home world, in uncanny succession to Salem Ave, who had expressed his will to see her follow in his footsteps. As such she had ensured to have multiple events to mark the achievement. Tonight would be the fourth and last one, to which further removed acquaintances had been invited. It included certain patrons from both nobility or trade, who had supported her new ventures, as well as certain other individuals she had crossed paths for diverse reasons over the years.

Just as the previous evenings, everything was perfectly orchestrated. Speaking of, she could hear the light music coming from the chamber ensemble from the Art School she had supported for several years, play lovely arrangements of traditional Onderon pieces.

She had delayed her entrance long enough, and had no other choice but to make her apparition at this point. She gave a last look at her reflection in the mirror as she crossed her apartments and stepped inside the hallway leading to the staircases. While her daughter was out of the hospital at this point, Ashar had ensured that her seven year old rested in peace on the other side of the estate, in a well-guarded and quiet secondary house. There was no need to upset Alrya. Of course, the recovering Nerofi was adamant about being part of the festivities; but she had settled to sample some of the delicacies prepared, get a couple of new attires made, and attend all the repetition of the music performers.

After all, Ashar knew well how her daughter thought, for she had taken so much after her.

Musing to herself, the new Senator of Onderon approached the large doors, and footmen opened them for her. She had chosen against being formally announced for this one, so she could simply mingle at leisure. Granted, as soon as the first guests spotted her, they greeted her and she got lured into multiple conversations at once.