Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>Kailen slept poorly.  He tossed and turned, and, though he sometimes slept, when he once more stirred awake, he always had the impression that his dreams were troubled, though he could not remember what it was that troubled them.  Some strange foreboding.  As he lies awake, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, Kailen considers reaching out through the Force towards Nory, to see if she too was awake.  The mere thought causes his consciousness of the flows of the Force, of his fellow Jedi to rise, his awareness of Nory, just a few rooms over, increasing.  Shaking his head, Kailen rolls back onto his side, letting his Force sense recede.  Better to let her sleep.  Besides, his sense of others through the Force was often a little imprecise.<br/><br/>The morning comes both all too soon, and not soon enough.  Kailen is just beginning to rise out of bed, himself dressed in a pair of bedroom shorts, when he receives the communication from Merryn.<em>I'll be right there.</em>Kailen replies, to the extent that he is able, rubbing the sleep from his face with one hand.  Normally, he liked to rise a little earlier than Merryn, to perform a few morning exercises.  He performs an abbreviated version, lowering himself to the ground for a quick series of push-ups and sit-ups.  A few minutes in the sonic shower, a scramble into his clothes, and he steps out into the hallway, looking his usual self, his short brown hair freshly cleaned and neat, dressed in the same style he'd worn yesterday, with a tan tunic and darker leggings, both well-tailored to his form.  He greets Merryn with a smile and a bow, his blue eyes bright, the only hint of his troubled night being the slight shadows under his eyes.  Someone who didn't know him probably wouldn't even notice.<br/><br/>"Master."  He begins, then shakes his head, smiling ruefully.  "Merryn.  Sorry.  It's an adjustment."  Far from the only one.  He straightens as they wait, side by side, at Jekin's door.  He leans a little closer, his deep voice pitched low.  "Ah... what space will we be using?  The rooms..."  The rooms were impressively large for quarters, but were hardly suitable for sparring practice.  "There may be something nearby."  Kailen frowns.  He knew so little about Coruscant besides the temple.  "A quiet amphitheater?  An arboretum?  The Lieutenant may have some ideas."  It would have to be someplace quiet and remote, with Merryn's sensitivity; Kailen frowns as he considers options that would keep her comfortable.