As their host exuberantly identified herself, Jaidan responded with a nod and a smile both free and sincere. Being strangers to each other up until this very moment, it was of course a minor quandary how
else to respond. They were hardly at the point of hugs after a few sentences of acquaintance, or at least that would have seemed rather over-familiar to
him. Some people, he knew, simply enjoyed physical shows of affection and would seize upon any excuse for one, but even if Loomi was such a person, she was also in the company of people nearer her own age (Whatever that was, the birthday being a nebulous concept and all.) whom she clearly already knew. He would allow those guests the center stage and content himself with being more of a witness, as he'd intended from the moment.
Still, he could at least reciprocate and give
his name as well. That was just courtesy, really.
"Hello,
Loomi
. I'm Jaidan. Happy Birthday, and thank you for allowing me into your space. A Jedi doesn't tend to collect much that's uniquely theirs...save on occasions like this, of course. It does you credit that you share it so freely."
With that, he disengaged to allow others the attention, and navigated his way to the table where Loomi's growing tally of personal possessions was being collected, offering a quick but sympathetic smile to
Shan Pavond
. The Mirialan had not yet arrived when Jaidan first allowed the combination of jubilation and anxiety to guide him here, but he hardly required the Force to identify one so out of their element. No more than the smile, though; if the young Jedi chose to watch in silence, more or less as Jaidan himself planned, the decision would be respected. But perhaps he'd join him in his vigil...after his current task was complete.
He had indeed come prepared to offer his thanks with more than just words. He had literally no way of knowing anything about Loomi's tastes as far as gifts went, but he supposed that was the beauty of a gift like this. It would make for a pretty decoration, at the very least, and Jaidan
had made it himself, so there was that. But if it ultimately proved anything remarkable beyond simple aesthetics...well, that would be entirely up to Loomi in her life to come. Reaching into the folds of his black and silver robe, his hand came up again a moment later, with a gleaming crystalline and metallic dodecahedron about the size of a grapefruit in tow. Seeming to the eye like polished bronze, the metallic casing framed what could almost be taken for a carefully faceted gemstone, blue like the clear waters of some far off tropical sea but opaque enough to conceal the circuitry within.
A holocron was not trivial to construct. The Force came naturally enough, but that aspect of the device which was mechanical in nature required both careful study of technical manuals and constant triple checking of the work he was loathe to trust. Really, it was either dumb luck or the will of the Force that he had this in his possession and awaiting a new dedicated field of study to one day compile within. But nor was the artifact irreplaceable should a replacement one day be needed, and now the task of filling it would fall to another. Parting with it for this purpose instead felt...right. Laying it gently down amidst the hoard, he smiled once more, softly this time, and went off to find his corner.
Braze
too. 
Aris Noble
. 
