When Kyle Katarn had shown up at his door, Kessro had no reason to worry.  While the older Jedi was slightly early, the two of them usually went together to a secluded area of the Praxeum to play games of Dejarik.  It was not because Kyle was a good Dejarik player.  No, on the contrary, he had no idea how to use his Kintan Strider, and the young Miraluka had defeated his Grimtaash more times than he could count.  The reason they got together to play Dejarik was in order to help him get more accustomed to life with the Jedi.  After all, the Luka Sene had been more about mental pursuits than physical ones as they stretched their senses to the limit through the Force.  So, Kessro was more than grateful to the Jedi for coming to his door every day at around the same time to ask if he was interested in playing a game even though the Miraluka knew that Kyle would not usually have played.  Considering today a day like no other, he simply left his synth leather duster hanging next to the door where he had placed it the previous night and walked out into the hallway without it.  Shutting the door behind him, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a piece of rich, purple cloth which he tied around his head to obscure the place where eyes would have been on a similarly-shaped human, making sure that he did not tie the cloth over his hair.  As he finished the procedure, a breeze took the opportunity to blow and remind him just why he liked to fix the cloth just that way.  It played with a few stray locks of his dark hair like a lover's caress.  She even took the opportunity to let her cool breath play along the skin of his his upper chest made visible by his partially unbuttoned shirt.<br/><br/>As the two of them began to walk, Kessro began to notice the silence.  While he was comfortable without conversation, it was unlike Kyle to say something as they made their way to the Dejarik board.  Even if it was an attempt that would eventually cause conversation to fall flat, he would usually make the effort.  Noting the abnormality and filing it away in his mind, the young Miraluka was content to let the silence hang in the air only to be interrupted by the dull sound of his synth leather boots against the stone floor of the ziggurat level where they were walking.<br/><br/>Slowly, Kessro began to sense everyone else.  First, the Masters as their strength in the Force was much easier to detect.  Then, the students.  They were all gathered in one room.  Without missing a step, he reached up and began to button his shirt up.  It was one thing if they were going to play Dejarik or start a training session, but having this many of them before the other Jedi spoke of the fact that there was something serious going on.  He would not show up to a formal setting while not looking his best.  Though, he would have liked to have worn his jacket.  The mild irritation at Kyle for not informing him of the situation passed as soon as it came to his mind.  There was no question what this was about, after all.  Urgency must have overcome manners in this situation.  It had to be about the dreams.  The Luka Sene often paid close attention to such things, so seeing a similar circumstance occur at the Praxeum actually made Kessro feel more at home.  Perhaps circumstances were similar here?<br/><br/>Upon entering the room, the young Miraluka could tell how wrong he was about his last thought.  Given how sensitive he was to fluctuations in the Force, the bundles of emotion ranging from irritation to anxiety coming from the other students made him want to shudder.  So, gathering everyone together to discuss dreams was not a common event.  Slowly, he strode to his place among the students before the Masters.  Taking a deep breath, kept his hands behind his back, feeling the weight hanging from the right side of his belt.  The metal of the lightsaber there was well-worn from its years, but it and its partner hidden at the small of his back were gifts from Kyle when he had been taken in by the Jedi.  Part welcome gift, part necessary tool and symbol of the Jedi.  Kessro had taken to focusing his attention on their existence with him to keep emotions in check--and anchor to keep his mind steady.  And it worked as it usually did.  A ripple appeared across the pond of his mind, but after a few moments it was still once more.<br/><br/>Soon, the Masters would explain why they had all been gathered before them.  Questions would be answered in their due time.