Room 529, Friday Midday

[weetuskenraider]

The datapad on Tahiri's lap currently displayed a map of the Outer Rim -- the Sluis sector, to be specific -- with planets color-coded according to whether they were held by the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic . . . no, wait, it was the Galactic Alliance now, and she wasn't sure she was thrilled about that. The notebook lying on the bed beside her held a couple of pages of scribbled notes on ideas for Flight Club, since she'd completely forgotten about it on Monday after Ben had come by to tell her where he was going.

Tahiri's attention was split between the two, but that was a completely livable kind of division; she'd be smiling at the thought if she wasn't concentrating so hard on the map on her datapad.

You'd think she was trying to plot a course into the Dagobah system or something.

[OOC: Expecting a phone call, but it's open! As is the door. I keep forgetting to mention that.]

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri's expression turned apologetic. "I know I haven't come down to visit in a while. I've been pretty awful company." She reached for a cupcake with one hand, extending the other to Blind Seer in an unspoken offer of ear-scratches. "But that shouldn't be a problem any more."

She was fairly sure, anyway. But the part where she wasn't entirely sure had everything to do with that datapad.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Were Blind Seer to refuse ear-scratches, it would probably be a cause for worry. Thankfully, that didn't happen here. Firekeeper nodded. "Ben telled me you face your fire," she said "and Blind Seer notice a difference in your scent, in class."

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Tahiri gave her an easier smile than she'd probably given Firekeeper in a long time or, possibly, ever . . . and reached up to run her fingers over her scarred forehead. "I did. I should've known you'd notice," she added to Blind Seer, pausing in the ear-scratching to aim a light punch at his shoulder. "I'm all right. At least, I'm fairly sure I will be."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Blind Seer's ears twitched as he responded the shoulder-punching with a playful growl.

"Fairly sure?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I'm not going to say for sure just yet. I'm still working this out," Tahiri explained. It was the Yuuzhan Vong in her; paranoia was a natural part of the culture.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper nodded, and Blind Seer grumbled something. "He say, wolves say, is foolish to hunt down a new trail without nose and ears open," Firekeeper translated.

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"We have a saying like that too," Tahiri answered, peeling the paper away from a cupcake she'd retrieved from the box. "The Sand People, that is . . . and the Yuuzhan Vong, as well. I think if we all agree on that, it's a good idea."