[b]Naraal Vrail, The Hask[/b]

It was quick, almost instant. The slight flip of emotion that gathered between the crease in his eyebrows, the narrowing of his silver eyes. If she did not known that his connection to the Dark Side had been blocked; its very likely that a force attack would had been predicted. However, without skipping a beat, he smiled almost formally and took a knee in front of her, his robes rippling to the ground.

His head bowed slightly, he hid the tensing of his jaw underneath the action. “I'am Naraal Vrail, your apprentice,” He told her, emotion leaking in the thin veins of his words. He wasn't too sure how well he learned to control his emotions, but he had never been taught to and it didn't come second nature to him like it did his Jedi father. He knew how to [i]feel[/i] the air. But she didn't inspire any dramatic change in him. It was like standing in front of a thicker twig, something that was harder to break, but still breakable nonetheless.