It was . . . relaxing, yes. Tahiri wondered if that was what she used to sound like to people back when she wouldn't shut up short of a direct order to do so. She'd asked Anakin, once, "When did you start talking so much?"
"I don't know," he'd replied. "When did you start coughing up one word at a time as if three or four were going to break your mouth?" Which was close to what she was doing now, like she did every time the subject of her shaping was at hand. She'd never really explained the full story to anyone, and didn't enjoy putting it into so many words.
"Sometimes the reactions are fun, huh?" she offered instead, absently rubbing at her forehead. Considering the wine, Tahiri chewed on her lip. "Maybe a little. My tolerance is pretty bad."
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Date: 2009-06-18 04:37 pm (UTC)"I don't know," he'd replied. "When did you start coughing up one word at a time as if three or four were going to break your mouth?" Which was close to what she was doing now, like she did every time the subject of her shaping was at hand. She'd never really explained the full story to anyone, and didn't enjoy putting it into so many words.
"Sometimes the reactions are fun, huh?" she offered instead, absently rubbing at her forehead. Considering the wine, Tahiri chewed on her lip. "Maybe a little. My tolerance is pretty bad."