Medical braces still hindering movement, his walk was more restricted than normal, full white attire, save the silver lines of those braces around key joints, that his ancestor [member="Raien Keth"] had snapped clean in two. Polished white leather boots pressed against the floor, and gleaming silver sword lay across his back. He had heard whispers in the halls about a certain scholar of sorts, sharing much of the same traits as his other ancestor Aiden Keth on the subject of research and study, he was naturally drawn to these pursuits.
Walking in slowly, but in careful time and unbroken rhythm. Taiden didn’t move with his usual grace, but each step was carefully presented, a language of motion spoken in how he moved, and how Echani communicated with one another, much beyond what words ever could. Today it showed he was keen to meet the Jedi ahead, it showed pain, and also how carefully he was observing his new surroundings to learn the temple's language through motion.
“Master Jedi.” Taiden bowed, eyes at a level, slowly and painfully, not that he’d give an inch of that away in expression, in the way he moved it showed it all to anyone looking hard enough. “Do you have time for company?” The fact Matsu was not a Master didn't even enter his mind, because for his people title was earned, and from the way people spoke her name she had earned hers.
[member="Matsu Ike"]