A Springtime Prom (SJO/Allies)

[Jake Daniels]

He could sense her tensions. Jake had crossed a line in touching her, or at least he thought he did. There would be apologies, but in private and away from the prying eyes of anyone nearest them. As Ereza spoke, Jake followed his confidants gaze to woman on the balcony. He dared not speak until she finished. Though when it was his time, and as his eyes turned towards [member="Ereza"], something happened that rarely ever did these days. He smiled.

"You are most correct, My Lady." Jake replied to the inquiry about Proms being for the younger. He did however anticipate a hidden question behind her inquiry. One directed at Jake. Why was he here? "I don't normally attend things like this. I haven't since..." he cut himself off as a memory of Cerusia returned.

"I am far too old for something like this but I felt obligated to attend. Make an appearance. Make a hello here and there. Do what I need to do to be seen while not being seen." Jake looked at the ball that [member="Ereza"] had motioned towards and the people within. "They'll remember my face but not my name. So is my life but you," Jake gave Ereza another respectful once over, "I do feel many will remember both your face and your name My Lady."

His eyes were unusually piercing. His stature uncharacteristically confident in Ereza's presence. He had to be. Jake was her ward.

"If allowed, I would like to be your company for the evening?"Jake asked though he continued. "May I inquire as to why My Lady decided to attend? Was it to experience something new?"

 

[Magdalena Lethe]

The feeling in the pit of her stomach was a mixture of unease and the pinching knots of expectancy. Here, on Kashyyyk, a planet she'd always wanted to venture to, the Founder of Guide found herself wishing she was back on her ship, but she wasn't exactly certain why.



"This is nice," she'd said to Atheema while standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror taking in the newly fashioned look of her environmental suit. Eggshell silk, hand-embroidered in floral swirls, accented by gentle ruffles. It would have made a lovely dress, to be certain. She could just see her mother in it, twirling with abandon and grace in the dance hall.

"You don't like it?"

"I do! I really do."

"Magdalena ... do you not want to go?"

Of course she wanted to go. A Prom, of all things, hosted by the Silver Jedi! Who wouldn't want to go? Sith, maybe.

"What makes you ask that? The Confederacy was very nice to extend the invitation to the teams. It'll be perfect for them to relax and have some fun after ... " Magda tried not to think of the noises back in the debris field. The screaming, the wailing. The sound of bones breaking. [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]'s sounds of agony.

The blood on her suit.

"And a perfect opportunity to find some Jedi willing to help our cause," Atheema gently reminded her, putting the finishing touches on the pearly sashes, "and for Mr. Dashiell to forget his troubles for a little while."



The ride over had been strangely quiet but Magda didn't press the issue. When their speeder arrived at the entrance, she didn't immediately move to get out. Instead she turned to look at her companion for the evening, gaze sifting over the appearance of the mechanical arm and leg braces fitted over his suit. If one single word came to mind to describe the emotion she saw on the man's face it was unenthusiastic.

"We..." a short breath, she placed a gentle hand on his good knee, "we can go back. If you want. If you're not feeling up to it."

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

A Prom? Weren't those for kids still in school? Did Jedi even do prom? He guessed so if the Silvers were running one. He wondered why adults were even invited if it was meant for their Padawan learners but he didn't ever say no to Mags. Well, when he did it was usually because she asked him to comb his hair or fill out paperwork, or perform some formality....Or just to bug her, even if he could hardly see her face anymore.

Okay so maybe he told her no a lot.

And as their hovercar made its way to the venue he was beginning to think maybe he should have. But apparently his sour look wasn't well hidden because Mags...Well she had this look on her face now. He felt the heat rise to his ears when she said they could go back. She probably thought he was still having nightmares or was just tired, both of which were true. But no, he didn't wanna be here because...

Well he looked ridiculous whenever Atheema dressed him and made him do his hair and beard up fancy. He placed his own hand over Magdalena's and gave her his best con-man, 'don't worry' smile he could muster.

"Its fine Mags," he gave it a quick squeez, "I'm fine. Let's just go and have a good time. Maybe one of these Jedi will know how to actually kill one of those things."

[member="Magdalena Lethe"]

 

[Celeste Rigel]

“Really now?”

Celeste couldn't help but smile, and she laughed, too. It was the first time in quite a while. It made her feel lighter, a feeling of happiness that she'd almost forgotten about. She nudged Coren with her elbow. For the record, she was impressed.

“Sure,” She narrowed her eyes slightly, playfully. “Blame the Coalition. They aren't the ones that played all those pranks on me.” She had a small smirk of her own now. “I know it was you!”

At first, it had been a mild annoyance. But, now she rather looked forward to it – not that she'd ever tell him. She shook her head slightly, but then let her plastic cup 'clink' against his before taking another sip of her – unspiked – punch.

It felt nice to get out for the night. She had to admit, a bit guiltily, that she was already having a good time. Celeste gently took Coren's arm, they were here as dates, after all.

“Shall we make the rounds?” She asked, “We are here to keep an eye on things. Let's not forget we're chaperones.” She smiled.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There was a lot of fun situations with not being in the Silver Jedi meant he worked off a completely different school of thought. Sure, he was a Jedi, but he was also the type who had no qualms with getting his hands dirty. And that meant he may have to ensure the Coalition kids who arrived did behave well enough. “Yeah, she seems a bit high class for me, but I don’t mind a reach.” That smirk on his face as he nodded. “Real pretty, smart too.”

Faking a hurt expression, he looked at the lead Healer. “Playing pranks… on you?” He shook his head and tutted. “Me? Never. Had to be some of the newbies I was bringing, or one of the Coalition Jedi I bring around from time to time. “ Sipping from the punch, he laughed.

“Maybe after we can spike a small bit of it.” He shrugged. “Just for us.” Smiling as she took his arm. “I suppose we should. Am I checking the kids through the Force, or just hoping they’re behaved?” Clearly there were issues on Coren’s end.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Magdalena Lethe]

He had learned to see her face and read her expression through the tinted visor of her mask. When he looked at her she felt like he really saw her, which was much more than she could say about most others.

Magda glanced at the hand on her own, finding she appreciated the fact that she could feel the warmth through her gloves. That it was still attached to a living, breathing Izzy. Stars, had they been through some crazy stuff.

"You know," Magda felt a smirk twisting her lips, "it just sort of sounds funny when you say it like that," Magda's voice dropped an octave in mock-Izzy-baratone, "Find a Jedi to kill something..." Holding in a chuckle, her gaze panned from him and back to the window, looking up at the Jedi temple and the grand entrance doors where guests slowly filtered in.

"Alright then." Somehow, knowing he was willing to be here to do what needed to be done to help the team made her feel better about all of it. Later she would reflect on his development, but for now she would simply appreciate it. Door opened, the GUIDE Founder stepped out, offering a hand to Izzy should he need it. They joined the queue forming up of guests, glad there was no haste to the line. Magda took a moment to look over Isaiah from where she stood beside him, a small smile forming.

"You look really handsome, Izzy."

Shet. Did she just say that out loud?

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Entering the hall Ador’s left hand raised up to tug lightly on the collar of the white dress shirt that he wore beneath the grey suit jacket that fit the Corellian’s large frame. The lights of the hall beat down on the young Corellian heating him up even more than the suit he’d been forced to wear by Nida’s mother. When Ador had arrived to escort Nida in nothing more than the worn out Jedi robes, he’d thought the Zeltron mother would smite him. Forced into the suit he now it was obvious he hadn’t worn many in his life.

Taking that hand and then rubbing it through his hair to return it to its natural style instead of the slicked back it had been forced into he looked down to Nida offering a smile, albeit slightly forced. “I didn’t either honestly, I never expected to attend one of these in my wildest dreams. Thought all the Jedi were as rigid as a durasteel frame.” Spoken bluntly like a true Corellian Ador moved to lead himself and Nida towards a table that carried the weight of a massive punch bowl.

“You thirsty?” Where a regular person from the core would conduct themselves in a more refined manner at a prom or ball, those mannerisms hadn’t been embedded into Ador. Having lived his life as a street rat, smugglers apprentice, and now Jedi along with being Corellian the boy left much to desire, and he was made very aware of it by all the others around him without saying a word.

Under his breath, as they drew near the table Ador whispered “Why couldn’t it be a battlefield?”

[member="Nida Perl"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"What the hell am I wearing?" he asked quietly as he flanked a cadre of well-dressed Obsidian Knights into the room. They dispersed almost immediately upon entry, disappearing into the crowd, heading for strategic positions to monitor security and oversee the facilities. The Jedi had their chaperones, but the Confederacy liked to take their own precautions- especially when Viceroyalty was involved.

They had elected to wear formal attire and at the very most hidden tools of their trade, that way they could do their best work without obstructing the thematic air or impeding on anyone's enjoyment. Alkor was most likely the only one in the room who was having less than a good time. "I don't understand why I couldn't wear my normal fatigues," he complained.

"Because, Knight Commander," the sharp sound of a voice echoed in his ear and he was reminded that they were connected via comm-links. "Appearances are everything, and Exarch Malvern was explicit that we are not to cause a scene."

He rather thought that, in his current attire, he was already making a scene.

The Corellian Exile adjusted the cuffs of both sleeves and the collar of his uniform- a gift apparent from the Dominus Prime, who he thought had smirked when Alkor shuddered at the sight of it. "Copy that," Alkor replied. It was best he maintained the appearance of a unified front, at least. His eyes moved over the crowd slowly, certain that anyone who was in the room was there by invitation.

He notably wore a disperser to hide his presence in the Force- it would not do to get into any altercations solely due to his being strong in the Dark Side. After his initial scan of the crowd, he moved toward the refreshment table.

"Indulging so soon?" one of the others joked in his ear. "Is that such a good idea?"

Alkor caught himself turning to glare at the speaker, then stopped. "You're right," he replied. "Duty comes first."

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Main Concourse​

Date: [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

Wearing: 8-6-7-5-3-0-9​

The dark-haired Nabooian woman filtered into the hall with a faint sigh. This was not how she had intended on spending her evening, though, she had just experienced the most thorough manicure on the Confederacy’s dime. She walked between her fellow Knights while she took in her surroundings and noted every visible entrance and exit. She knew the mission. Knew the job…But it was still a drag. Auburn curls were piled beautifully atop her head and chestnut eyes were lined strikingly with kohl.

It was a sign that she could clean up rather nice, when she wanted, and her heritage began to shine through. She was the first female in her family to pick up a weapon.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be the last.

Crimson lips curved into a faint smile while she heard a familiar manly whine from up ahead. She could see, hear, and feel how the new male Knight Commander was taking his attire. Clearly, the much taller man felt like a monkey at a circus wearing human clothing. Poor thing.

Naedira slipped up behind [member="Alkor Centaris"] and wrapped her hands softly around his eyes while someone distracted him from the refreshment table. Normally, she wouldn’t have, because something unfortunate might have happened. An elbow. A curt remark. Anything was game, really, when breaking into someone elses space. Her Force Signature was already pressed low for the party but she wasn’t exactly hiding. The scent of something sweet would move forward, a touch of candied apple, lemon, and sandalwood. “Guess who?”

He would know her voice. The Knight slowly released him, regardless, a light hand trailing down his arm while she came around to face him properly. She wanted to laugh, but, it would have been rude. Oh, he looked so miserable. Naedira, despite her fondness for armor, had learned at a very young age how to wear a floor length gown and it showed. Her ankles didn’t shake in devastatingly pointed high heels and she didn’t seem to be the least bit uncomfortable. Even though she really would have preferred a tank top and a good pair of cropped leggings.

“It’s not like they have anything here that can put him under.”

Naedira had learned about his alcohol tolerance the hard way. So hard, that parts of the evening they’d spent off the clock on a cruise ship, were completely blank. “Part of this duty is not to talk about it, Alkor.”

They weren’t Knights hellbent on protecting their Viceroy. They were blending. This meant not discussing duty or missions in public. Instead, they were required to socialize. Smile.

Red fabric swirled around her hips when she moved, airy and light, though somehow it seemed to maintain a waterfall waist without crimping. The neckline was low, dangerously so, but it was almost modest when compared to the back. Or lack, thereof. Where did she hide her weapons? No one would no. No one, would have a reason to ask. “You almost forgot your pin.”

She used her free hand to apply a modest corsage with a red flower. There was a matching one wrapped around her wrist. They were pretty, sure, but truthfully, they were just hidden comms.

“Come dance. If you’re good—I have a surprise for you later.”

 

[Tyra Ashen]

The crowd was growing as more and more partygoers showed up for the occasion. Conversation and laughter filled every corner, while several couples moved to the center of the hall to dance. All the sights and sounds, while interesting to watch, made it feel like the walls were closing in on Tyra.

Leaving the refreshment table behind her, she slowly made her way through the crowd. Her wandering led her to the balcony outside. She gave a small sigh of relief as she stepped up to the railing looked out over the forest. Her blue eyes then landed on the girl standing near her. Tyra could immediately tell that the red haired girl was a Valkyri like her. "I guess Valkyri's like us aren't exactly ones for large formal events, are we?"

[member="Sigyn Vanir"]

 

[WelshGuy]

A prom, from what Yuroic could tell, was a time for teenagers to let loose and enjoy themselves with a date. Which sounded nice in theory but when Yuroic had Asaraa as his daughter, taking a boy to prom, it was a mission to chaperone and ensure that she didn't do anything bad. On the flip side, he was meeting Jairdain in the main hall which meant that she would likely deter him from trying to keep Asaraa safe, well safe in his eyes. Inhaling deeply, Yuroic adjusted his suit jacket, inspecting his outfit for the night. He was happy with the way it looked and he knew he could still look intimidating if he wanted to. Which was good.

Walking into the main hall, Yuroic looked around and saw several people already meeting and enjoying their time together. Prom was starting to get under way which pleased him. Events like this were always nice to meet new people and keep alliances strong amongst friends. Walking over to the bar, he ordered himself a whisky, neat. Taking a sip, he looked around and smiled as he saw a recognisable face at the bar. Walking to stand beside her, Yuroic faced away from the bar as he spoke to Allyson. "This is the second time I've seen you in a dress, are you sure that you haven't been body swapped or body snatched?" Yuroic teased gently before taking a sip of his whisky, "meeting Jyoti or someone else here?" Yuroic asked curious about his friend.

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Jairdain"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Yes, Eol Sha, and we were there in an attempt to seal a Netherworld rift, while pinching crabs' nerves"

Eol Sha. [member="Mason"] was along with her in an attempt to close the Netherworld Rift that was causing issues and later got the then-Dominion to deploy hydroponic farms on the planet. But she also felt a suspicious signature in the Force ([member="Samka Derith"]) entering the premises: even though it was neutral, she could feel something was off about that person, despite not having much of a clue as to what. However, she heard rumors, especially from those who served on Ord Radama and Ossus (who, by now, would hold officer ranks), that Samka was some "naval scarecrow", or even just some "fleeter of last resort" for the then-First Order. Then again, for what she knew, Samka may as well be equally scared of Jessica in a fleeting context. And yet, Mason asked a question about her dress. Better buy a few garments straight from that place on Iokath: they seem to specialize in the plus-size, which to them, is both about the very tall and the very fat, she thought.

"These days I'm busy: you can easily imagine that commanding one of the main Silvers' field armies is a lot of work, so whatever shopping I do, is done on rather unpredictable schedules. As for this specific dress, I bought it from a boutique on Umbara, which, in turn, is made on Iokath, and presumably the manufacturer's flagship store is there also" she told the padawan that seemed to have been away from her for years.

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Dress: {xXx}
Hair: {xXx}
Tags: [member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"]

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Well alright, she hadn't made a total fool of herself, and as such, Eenia let out a slow and quiet sigh of relief. "I am, yes." she assured about who she was. "Its nice to officially meet you." she added, and offered her hand out to him. It was still admittedly hard to be in such a place, especially knowing that this was an open, social event. But, at least she had company, and that would certainly help soften the blow of being around so many people all at once again.

"Ready to brave going into this madhouse?" she asked curiously, and gestured towards the actual inside of this gathering. Going in and getting the initial nerves was the first step to getting through all of this after all. So Nia managed at least a soft smile to go along with her questioning gaze as she looked up at her companion for the evening.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste's complexion was still a bit rosy from the nice things that Coren had said. But, she hoped that the ever-changing lights on the dance floor would make it less obvious. Her brows arched when he mentioned spiking a bit of punch after the dance.

“Maybe,” She said, smiling.

A coy shrug followed. Then, turning her attention to the task at hand, she took in the scene. As they walked along the edge of the dance floor, her smile grew as she saw members of the Order – and their guests – enjoying themselves. Celeste was surprised to find herself feeling so... nostalgic.

“We'll just use our eyes,” She said, glancing sidelong at Coren. “We're not on patrol or anything.” She laughed. Besides, with a hall full of Jedi... anyone would have to be absolutely mad to start anything. But, Celeste didn't have a reason to feel suspicious or worrisome tonight. This was a fun event, and she was happy to see that it was turning out very well.

“We could even dance...” She started. “Well, you know, if we wanted to.” Celeste blinked and stopped talking before she could make things awkward. Still, she fixed him in a curious glance. Did he want to?

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

At times, Starchaser forgot exactly what it was like to hold a normal conversation. The Jedi was the one who ran headlong into battle to help everyone he could. It had him on the road more often than not, so establishing a connection with someone who was not like that was different for him. He was enjoying the time that he and Celeste were spending, and this sort of PTA type of life… it wasn’t terrible. As a good vacation from the front.

A private bottle of spiked punch, maybe an empty meeting room, times could be fun afterwards. “Right, right… Should all be our people. You let me know if you need me to check someone.” He didn’t have an issue with that. He was always worried now, or at least concerned, following what Taeli accomplished, there was always concern. “Otherwise, yeah, make sure no one is getting too rowdy.” He grinned.

“Dancing? Oh that’s been a while for me.” He looked her up and down, more casually than hungrily, and nodded. ”But I think you’ll do as a partner.” A wink as he held her arm close. “Lets get a round done first.”

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Tyrell Caphey]

The fine tunes of the live band could be heard from outside the grand ballroom, as the antarian ranger and the jedi healer approached the enterance, clad for the occasion in formal attire. The black armor of the rangers were now changed to a tailored black tuxedo with clear white shirt and a black bowtie, matching black dress shoes to go with it. Even though not being used to dress nearly as formal, he wore the suit well and with confidence.

It was a bit of a relief for him being back on Kashyyyk. He should have expected to run into her on Sev Tok, at the humanitarian mission there a while ago. He was not an overly worried person. Not at all to be honest, and he knew Sam could handle herself very well in combat situations, but every man would raise a little concern in the back of his head when he found his beloved in such situations. Same with the dive session on their vacation to sunny and beautiful Spira a couple of weeks ago.

As they arm-in-arm strode up the stairs, he greeted one of the chaperones with a nod and then glanced at Sam.

''Are you ready for this, now? It sounds pretty busy...'' he said in the half serious question and offered her a warm smile. Way more busy than the garden party where the two beloved ones had met for the first time. It was delightful for him to see her sort of open up fully the closer they had got to each other, from being that jedi healer who spent a lot of time in the library and the med-bay of the Silver Rest, to sharing a vacation together, missions and now this grand ball.

His green gaze wandered over the main ballroom as they made a short stop upon entering it.

''Would my lady fancy a drink? Or go for a dance before?'' he asked and turned his green gaze to her sea green orbs, those orbs that he fancied to dive in just as much as the ocean on Spira.

[member="Samara Raine"]

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Kiran raised the glass to his lips as he took a small drink and then coughed immediately after that and he pulled the cup away for a moment as his eyes got wide a little bit. "How in the world!?" Kiran whispered softly as he smelt his beverage and then took another small drink and then gave another cough for a moment and he couldn't help but giggle at the attempt.

"Nonononono!" Kiran said as he waved his hands at some of the younger Jedi coming towards the table. "No good." Kiran said as he glanced around up and down the table. The Padawan poured himself another glass from a different juice dispenser and was thrilled to know they weren't all alcohol invaded. "Here!" Kiran poured them some juice that wasn't contaminated with booze. "That could be only drinks you kiddos might get tonight, so enjoy it." Kiran said with a giggle as he wasn't sure how long it was before this punch container was tagged.

"Kark, that's strong." Kiran laughed as he threw the cup away and poured himself another glass. The Padadawn reached for a cookie and took a bite of it.

They were pretty good too.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Main Room - Chillin :3

Charlie had been minding her own business for the most part, keeping to herself till someone showed up that she knew or the person she had invited showed up. Though she did send a couple of them out to people she wanted to hang out with. The punch she had grabbed as she walked in clung to her upper lip as she continued to sip the drink. Faces that were familiar continued to pour in and Charlie swayed slightly with the music.

Before she could wander over to some people to chat with, figure moved to her and put that thought on hold. Sukai Yumi presented herself to the Seoulian girl. Charlie wasn’t always the most mature and she had not gotten along with either of the Yumi children - even their mother. Sighing softly the Padawan nodded. “Hi Sukai. Yeah, I’ve been busy.”

Charlie looked towards Sukai and nodded, the girl wasn’t that much taller than her now - growth spurt came in handy. “ You look well. Been keeping busy yourself?” As Charlie finished another figure darted in behind her demanding attention.

As if on command by the calling of her name, Charlie spun and came face to face with an exasperated and scowling Eliza. Charlie folded her hands behind her back as she nodded her head slightly trying her best not to laugh. A part of her enjoyed seeing Eliza like this, though a smile was always better than the scowl she wore. Still, it felt as if that scowl was usually meant for her.

“I’m sorry Eliza. I figured you knew how to get here and I wanted to surprise you.” Charlie chirped cheerfully, as a smile continued to spread across her face. “I’m happy you came, despite my terrible manners.” Another cheerful chuckle. “You know who to send the complaints to.”

[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Ballroom, Silver's Rest, Kashyyyk

Wearing: Dress

Tagging: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

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There was something almost magical about a dressed up ballroom, the way the lights from the chandeliers twinkled on the ceiling casting a light that seemed to dance a pattern along the walls. Ever since she'd arrived at Kashyyyk Asaraa had been amazed by the social life of the order, the way they all weaved together creating a supporting network of friendships and relationships that was like nothing else she'd ever felt before. She'd made friends at the temple she grew up in, but they'd never been encouraged to socialise with them too much, no real parties or chances to meet the rest of the order, but then she'd arrived on Kashyyyk and had almost walked straight into a party. It had been a chance to meet the rest of the order, from the most august Master to the most junior Padawan, they were there to meet one another, to spend the night having fun.

This though, this was something else, she'd read about school dances before but never thought that the Assembly would go so far as to set up a dance like this for the Order's junior members. Although, now she thought of it some of the adults were more than a little excited about the dance too, a grin touched her lips as the pink-haired girl's gaze flicked over the 'chaperones' of the dance all caught up in their own conversations. The soft smile remained on her lips as she shook her head, one hand smoothing down the skirt of her short dress before she slipped her arm through Caedyn's, twisting her head around so she could brush her lips across his cheek. "Well them Mr Arenais, do we want the grand entrance, or would you rather slip in unnoticed?" She knew her dad was more than likely going to spend the night glaring at them if she had her way, but a night of dancing with Caedyn did sound like exactly what the doctor had ordered.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

While Josh had thought it funny that he and Jair had gotten Nick to go with Eenia, Josh did actually think it was an event worth attending and that it would do the both of them some good. Thus, Josh and [member="Riamah"] had elected to attend themselves as well. Adjusting the tie on his suit (wearing Jedi colors!), Josh and Ra would step through the entranceway together and Josh couldn't help but marvel at all the people that had gathered. Their lives were fraught with so much death and dismal pain that it was nice to let them let their hair down and just... Be. It was really nice to see. Having set up the Order's babysitter for Jason, this would be quality time for Josh and Ra themselves as well, which he was sure she would appreciate.

Recognizing a few faces, he gave a familiar smile to one [member="Charlie Nooran"] who he hadn't seen in a little while. The Padawan was getting on along fine, he saw, and he was glad for that. Speaking of Padawans, his graduate [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] was attending as well with her own beau, [member="Caedyn Arenais"]. Or well, he could sense her presence. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was there. Good, she needed to get out more!

He wondered if [member="Eenia Vahn"] was doing well. He certainly hoped so. Hopefully she and his firebrand of a brother hadn't had it out by now...

Either way, he turned to Ra and gave her a gentle smile as he offered his arm.

"Shall we?"