Watching him blush and stammer like a youngling, the Jedi Master couldn't help but chuckle a little. Maikee shifted again, and she adjusted as well, shifting so his head wouldn't slip off her shoulder. Still, at the comment of Felix and Drastus being awesome, her smile gentled, warmed. She was proud of all of them. They had their flaws... but she was here now.
They could work through those together.
Still, at his touch to her shoulder, she looked up into his earnest face, and smiled back warmly. Golden eyes glinted, and she gave a nod, her throat closing with the threat of tears. Out of anyone, he treated her with less formality, and in so many ways, it was such a relief. She had never wanted the role of Master; she was far happier as a Knight. But he was also like a big brother, yet still her student. It was a balance of opposites they both danced rather well together.
"I know you will, Arctus," she answered, flashing a rare, full smile. A flicker of the Old Master flaring to life before it would fade again.
Thankfully, he changed the topic, and she relaxed further, glancing at Yvain and Alex going toe-to-toe. It promised to be an interesting little battle. She smirked cheekily. "Oh yes. Every year, something happens. Founding Day is..." she paused. How to explain it? To an outsider, it must have seemed strange.
"It's the start of the New Order. A celebration for the next generation of Jedi, the first hosted by those that were discovered by Grand Master Rey Skywalker, to commemorate and celebrate our Order. Mostly it's an excuse to allow everyone to let loose and come together." She glanced over to where she could see Drastus in profile...
Was he flirting?
A mischievous thought sparked to mind, and it wouldn't take long to implement. Gathering the Force into her hand, she looked for a vulnerable spot, a moment.
When he held out the flask, she struck. A cold breeze wafted against the nape of his neck, akin to an ice cube, before dissipating, and she glanced away innocently, patting Maikee's back.
Who said Masters couldn't have their own fun?
@Rhogar @Forsythe Crowholde
They could work through those together.
Still, at his touch to her shoulder, she looked up into his earnest face, and smiled back warmly. Golden eyes glinted, and she gave a nod, her throat closing with the threat of tears. Out of anyone, he treated her with less formality, and in so many ways, it was such a relief. She had never wanted the role of Master; she was far happier as a Knight. But he was also like a big brother, yet still her student. It was a balance of opposites they both danced rather well together.
"I know you will, Arctus," she answered, flashing a rare, full smile. A flicker of the Old Master flaring to life before it would fade again.
Thankfully, he changed the topic, and she relaxed further, glancing at Yvain and Alex going toe-to-toe. It promised to be an interesting little battle. She smirked cheekily. "Oh yes. Every year, something happens. Founding Day is..." she paused. How to explain it? To an outsider, it must have seemed strange.
"It's the start of the New Order. A celebration for the next generation of Jedi, the first hosted by those that were discovered by Grand Master Rey Skywalker, to commemorate and celebrate our Order. Mostly it's an excuse to allow everyone to let loose and come together." She glanced over to where she could see Drastus in profile...
Was he flirting?
A mischievous thought sparked to mind, and it wouldn't take long to implement. Gathering the Force into her hand, she looked for a vulnerable spot, a moment.
When he held out the flask, she struck. A cold breeze wafted against the nape of his neck, akin to an ice cube, before dissipating, and she glanced away innocently, patting Maikee's back.
Who said Masters couldn't have their own fun?
@Rhogar @Forsythe Crowholde