<div class="floatright">(https://i.4pcdn.org/tv/1537261286436.png)</div>Unlike her fellow padawan, Lassita Sloot - or just "Lass" would suffice - retained her normal deep purple complexsion and bright maroon eyes; nautolans were often more hardy than twi'leks, more used to the cold as well being amphibious species whom lived primarily underwater while upon their home planet. Ryloth however was more of a 'heat and sunlight' sort of problem from what she understood, easier to deal with than the 'icey hellscape' of the other side of the planet. She patted the poor woman on the back and rubbed her shoulder, hoping she felt better soon.<br/><br/>Once they landed, Lass figured that Laera would be doing better, once Master Sydeer got everything situated and they were able to get off of the Nightrunner. That had indeed been a rough landing pass, about as rough as stepping out into the cold was. The biting wind was assuaged little by the armored clothing she wore, though to be fair beneath the heavy, fur-lined cloak was her usual low-cut sleeveless dress, shoulder-high arm-warmers, thigh-high leg-warmers, and the low-height boots. Unlike usual, she was actually wearing underwear, because who wants their dangly bits getting frozen off? Sadly, the arm-warmers were the biggest issue, namely in how they weren't addressing the one part of her body she wanted to keep from the cold: her shoulders, which is where the full-arm prosthetics were connected to her torso.<br/><br/>Suffice to say, the anchors were painfully cold, hooray...<br/><br/>"I'm regretting not hunting down a krayt dragon or something for one of the damn pearls!" she shouts over the roaring wind to her fellow padawan and friend, the twi'lek slightly behind her and shorter than her, about breast-height from multiple past experiences.<br/><br/>Once they passed into the slip between ice-faces, that cut down on a lot of the biting pain in her anchors, and would undoubtedly make Laera's life a little easier too. Sydneer of course - a woman she was equal to in height if not for the extra  eight inches of montral atop her six-foot togrutan head - seemed un-phased, of course. She never seemed phased by much, something that grated Lass at times. Her gripes aside, Lass did find the area around them fascinating; nature frozen in eyes, frozen in time, the dias and lens ancient, beautiful... she could feel the Force emanating from the  area...<br/><br/>"A bad time? What, was it the raging storm that nearly took out a starship?" Lass replied with all the sass she could muster as she rolled her shoulders in an attempt to warm them... and then it turned out the storm was part of it yeah. "Oh..."<br/><br/>Lass was last to come to the dias, and sat closer to Laera than to her master, but not by much, completing the circular triangle they had going on. Legs crossed, she sat on the cloak, helping to protect her from the cold. She listened to her master, for as frustrated as she could be with her at times, Lass was not so stuck in her frustrations to not realize that she was a wealth of knowledge that she could benefit from. So with a deep breath, she straightened her back, pushing her heavy chest out, and closed her eyes, and began to focus her mind...<br/><br/>Something that felt a little difficult at the moment...<br/><br/>(OOC: http://orokos.com/roll/751364)