Padmé glanced over the results of the droid report concerning the gift card Dormé had submitted for investigation. The ink was common, found in any printing facility on Coruscant. The paper on the other hand was from the pulp of the qiari tree, which was only found on one planet: Trevosa.
"Do you know anyone from Trevosa?" Dormé questioned.
"No." Padmé frowned. Trevosa wasn't even a member of the Republic. If her secret admirer was trevosan, it could cause a problem. They apparently had terrible tempers and were rumored to cannabalize their mates after giving birth. Not quite the relationship Padmé was hoping for.
"Perhaps we can find another clue the next time. There was another delivery for you this morning."
Dormé walked over to retrieve another package from the hall table and presented it to her employer.
Inside the box was another blue/green pendant, just as beautiful as the first, and with it was a card that Padmé read:
"Here is the next,
Unknown is the bearer.
The beauty of the jewel,
Second only to the wearer."
"That's kinda lame." Announced Dormé.
"I think it's sweet." Padmé defended, eyeing the pendant appreciatively.
"Sweet, huh? Like when your husband has you for a midday snack after you've so conveniently provided him an heir?"
"Oh shut up." Padmé teased with a swat to her friend's backside. "He's not travosan."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Travosans don't speak Basic, and they don't have thumbs. These are handwritten notes."
"Then maybe we should have another droid decipher the handwriting." Dormé suggested.
Padmé gazed at the card, thinking it was lovely penmanship. The writing of an artist or maybe even a poet. She shrugged off the latter, thinking Dormé was correct. That last verse was pretty lame. She was still curious enough though to pursue.
"Very well. Have the droids check the handwriting."