Regera stood outside of the meeting hall. He hummed silently to himself, wondering if they would ever be free of this place and on there way back to Ulvena.
"Padawan Regera. I see that your unease has not been abated by the conclusion of the meeting."
Regera jumped and turned looking at the board chest of Master Phalcindral. The alien's deep flat green eyes seemed to stare through him instead of at him. "Well I... uh. Am just in a hurry to get back to my studies, Master Phalcindral." He bowed low feeling caught completely off guard. IT seemed that his attempt to become a inconspicious wall flower had failed.
"Surrounded by friends, are you. Hmmmmm. Seeing the workings of the Jedi assembly, good it is. One day, you along with your fellow students, well lead the assembly and council." Although the voice came from close to the ground it demanded far more attention than Master Phalcindral's had. Regera looked down to where Master Yoda of the Jedi Council stood leaning lightly on his staff. The curious jedi master looked up at the tall human padawan and Regera felt the force sit around him.
"Yes, Master Yoda. It's just so..."
A voice spoke from down the hall. "Oh give the youth a little slack, Yoda. I find it hard enough to sit through the assembly meetings and I have the best seat in the house!"
There was a choirs of laughter and Master Sierra Dawnstar cam forward. He was followed by a great mass of roved Jedi who were slowly breaking up and going their own way.
Dawnstar's only son then appeared to one side of his father. He looked at Regera with a kind of disdain. A lightsaber hung loosely form his belt but it was well known that the heir to the Dawnstar powers was lacking in just that department. He was a good deal older than Regera but only had a small degree of empathy. Lifting objects was even beyond his abilities. His sisters were a great deal stronger than him, it seemed that the legendary force strength of the Dawnstar family had skipped this one.
Master Terran appeared. "Sierra. Please, political procedures never bore you, old friend. Since we were young Knights you were always the quickest in THAT arena.
Sierra patted his belly fondly. "I fear I am not quick in anything these days. Well except maybe for the call to dinner. If you would please excuse me. I have a sweet Tardarian chop calling my name."
More laughter as the Jedi broke up and the council was in recess. Sierra started away, followed by his advisors and his sullen sone. Terran clopped Regera's shoulder and they turned, walking towards the gardens with Master Yoda and Master Phalcindral. The three masters spoke quietly but rather to keep the lazy afternoon mood than to keep anything from Regera. He toned them out anyways, his eyes big and taking in the massive city. Much the same way that Niekal Hasro had not that much earlier.