Zonama Sekot, Friday Fandom Time

[weetuskenraider]

She'd promised to try and make it back to Fandom at some point soon, but the way she was caught up in a particularly tangled set of negotiations at the moment Tahiri wasn't sure if that was going to happen. And it wasn't even as if it was some kind of huge, civilization-endangering crisis, just a thousand tiny details that neither side seemed to be willing to concede.

It was hard to be too frustrated, though, when a good number of those points of conflict were kind of funny if you were Tahiri.

Which was why she was relaxing in what amounted to the living room of her little cliff dwelling, reviewing notes on her datapad and chuckling softly.

[OOC: Open for calls/texts/what have you, whee. SP until evening though!]

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[endsthegame]

"Again," Ender said, "I think it depends on the kind of career you're in by age 14. Not that it matters - growing up plays havoc with your brain on so many levels."

[weetuskenraider]

"Definitely the truth, no matter how differently the details of it might play out," Tahiri agreed. "It's hard to believe you two are finally graduating this year -- almost as hard as it is to believe I'm actually old enough to say that and almost expect to be taken seriously as a grownup."

[endsthegame]

"Almost, but not quite."

Ender did sound amused there.

"I don't know. It seems almost as if time is moving too slow now. I thought that where it came to graduation, we were supposed to count the days."