Liara sat awkwardly, both to the side and yet a part of the small circle of children. They were playing some sort of game with clapping and whispering and shallow joinings, and somehow it was never her turn. She waited and waited but it always seemed to skip her, and as it went her enthusiasm went too. In the back room her mother was speaking with several other politicians and a few other matriarchs. Their daughters and granddaughters and great grand-daughters sat out here with and without her. Liara squinted in concentration, perhaps she wasn't being skipped over but just didn't know how to play right. Did she need to force her way in or do something before someone else had their turn? Her gaze only broken off as a commando bumped her as she strolled by. Liara lifted her gaze to the woman's fierce, haughty gaze. Not one of her mother's commandos, someone else. Liara quickly looked back at the circle and sighed. She was sitting rather far out after all.