Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>Laughing easily, Kailen poses dramatically one last time in time to Nory's declaration that they can have fun.  With one last glance at his lovely former master, he allows Nory to lead him from the room, her arm gently entwined with his, perfectly happy to grant her the lead.  He, too, notes how easily the two of them fit together, their similar heights making the feel of her arm on his very comfortable indeed.  It might not be so easy with, say, Merryn.  Although he'd be certainly be willing to try.<br/><br/>Nory turning, her body so close to Kailen's own, couldn't help but draw his attention at the very least.  Her sudden unusual palour, though, draws his concern, his pale blue eyes questioning as he glances her way.  But the moment quickly passes, and Nory smiles again; therefore, so does Kailen.  Nevertheless, as they continue to walk, he leans just a bit closer, their heads almost touching.  "You ok?"  He murmurs softly, his deep voice not carrying past the two of them.  Alas, their cars were waiting, and so they'd have no more than a few moments to exchange whispered words.  Silently, Kailen resolves to check in on her later.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Once in the Galatina, Kailen is surprised to find himself feeling less out of place than he'd expected.  He'd been in somewhat similar surroundings before, although perhaps not quite this luxurious.  Nevertheless, Kailen feels quite confident as the attractive waitstaff lead them to their destination.  The feeling lasts until actually in the presence of the legendary... well, couple.  Kailen briefly boggles, looking back and forth between the two.  What sort of man was he?  What sort of woman was she?  They had an undeniable presence.  Perhaps that was what drew them together.<br/><br/>Jekin's quickness serves as a spur to Kailen.  He manages to wipe the dumbstruck look from his face, schooling his handsome features to their usual open affability.  He steps forward as well, smiling, giving the General a firm handshake.  "General.  Master."  He gives a nod, almost a bow, to Master Kae, the courtesy instinctive, the thought of calling her anything else not occurring to him.  "Padawan Kailen Fezsler."  Kailen isn't quite aware of the tiny stress he puts on his name, perhaps secretly hoping that the General knew his parents, or Master Kae knew Master Eomen.