Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>It had been an interesting couple of weeks, since leaving the Jedi Temple.  Meeting new people, doing new things.  And now, wearing new clothes.  Kailen looks down, bemused, at the well-tailored clothing he was now wearing.  Matching navy blue pants and formal shirt, with clean, sharp lines.  The black cape, hanging diagonally across his solid chest, was similar enough to a robe that it wasn't entirely unfamiliar, and the black belt and silver buckle provided a place to hang his lightsaber.  On the other hand, these boots... Kailen bends, peering down at them.  So shiny and black, much higher than he was used to, coming up over his pants to his knees.<br/><br/>Kailen's gaze goes back up, to the mirror.  He'd been using it to adjust his cape properly.  Now he used it to survey the finished product, such as it was.  He was freshly showered and shaved.  He leans a little closer.  His hair was growing a bit longer, his bang beginning to curl down to frame his forehead.  Hmmm.  And the clothes fit him quite well, or so it seemed.  It just took some getting used to, he supposed.  With a shrug, Kailen leans back away from the mirror.<br/><br/>Well.  He was ready.  After a last glance in the mirror, Kailen moves out into the hallway, his steps a little slower than usual in the unfamiliar boots.  Fortunately, it is only a few more steps to Nory's door.  Instead of ringing the bell, he raps sharply on the door with his knuckles, as he usually does.  His blue eyes glint as a thought occurs to him.  As he waits for Nory to open the door, he strikes a dramatic pose, chin lifted, feet apart, one hand on his hip, the other extended, palm up.<br/><br/>