Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>Kailen watches, his expression curious, as Merryn and Jekin form the link.  He feels a slight twang at the introduction of an unknown into their little private circle, but it was overridden by his friendly nature.  After all, he wanted to get to know Jekin.  He does feel some mild surprise at how quickly Jekin seems to take to it, showing no hesitation in clasping Merryn's hands; most people held back at least a little bit.  The thought flashes through Kailen's mind that maybe the young Jedi was lonely.  After all, he just separated from his own master.  Maybe-<br/><br/>His line of thought is interrupted by a quiet thump and a yelp from Nory.  Kailen's attention returns to her, her mischievous grin allowing him to easily piece together what had happened.  "You-!"  He exclaims in mock-frustration, trying and failing to suppress a grin of his own.  He pushes the couch back towards her, making as if to run her over with it, but stops short, with her easily getting out of the way, anyway.  The rest of the furniture moving is spent in light clowning with Nory.<br/><br/>Hearing Jekin's words, Kailen feels that his earlier thought is confirmed.  He pauses briefly in shifting the couch to give Jekin a friendly clap on the shoulder, a quick smile accompanying it, just as he'd been too unfamiliar to do with Linzi the day before.  After all, he and Jekin were both Jedi, and bonded now, albeit indirectly.<br/><br/><em>I'd like to see that.</em>Kailen's words come back to him as he sees Merryn pull out and ignite the second lightsaber.  He fights down the wave of concern that comes boiling up, as he'd learned to do as Merryn's Padawan.  Merryn was the master; she knew what she was doing, knew her own limitations.<br/><br/>Besides, any misgivings Kailen had faded quickly as Merryn announces the conditions for their practice.  His expression remains mostly impassive, but the bright glint in his eyes betrays his obvious interest in the challenge.  Almost instantly, his mind begins to flash through possible techniques, possible strategies.  But Merryn gives him no time, already advancing on Jekin.  With a<em>snap-hiss</em>, Kailen's own lightsaber ignites, a bright blue, almost white.  It is made in a traditional style, with large handle, to allow him to properly leverage his strength.  He presses forward quickly, his lightsaber held in front of him aggressively, hoping to present Merryn a threat she could not ignore.  If possible, he hoped to bind her blade, where his greater strength would grant him control