Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
Being invited to Aevan's own comfortable space that she called home was a very noble gesture and he appreciated that. They walked inside the place and the immediate smell of food made Ar'ekk's stomach grumble unvoluntarily to which he reacted in a funny manner. He left the heavy backpack at one side where it wouldn't bother any of them to walk around or exit the property at all, a relieving feeling on his shoulder as if he was carrying a Rancor on one side of his body.
Ar'ekk sat down in the small dinning table that was barely able to have two people on each side and patiently waited for Aevan in complete silence. The young Jedi looked around her house to give it a quick inspection, a beautiful place with her own personal touches in terms of decoration and everything else.
"Thank you for having me here, Aevan."
He replied back to her as he remained to patiently wait in his seat, his lightsaber hilt resting on top of the table where it wouldn't bother anyone at all.
[member="Aevan Kitaki"]
Ar'ekk sat down in the small dinning table that was barely able to have two people on each side and patiently waited for Aevan in complete silence. The young Jedi looked around her house to give it a quick inspection, a beautiful place with her own personal touches in terms of decoration and everything else.
"Thank you for having me here, Aevan."
He replied back to her as he remained to patiently wait in his seat, his lightsaber hilt resting on top of the table where it wouldn't bother anyone at all.
[member="Aevan Kitaki"]