I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Moving down to the cabins had not exactly been a high priority for Tahiri after Saturday night; she and Ben had spent a good portion of Sunday more or less hiding from everything.

Eventually the need to do something superseded the urge to repress -- and it was starting to hit her that in this situation there was less to repress than she'd expected there to be -- and she set out to find her cabin. Packing was, as always, easy; a couple of changes of clothing, her comlink and datapad, and she was basically set.

Which didn't make her alcove any less empty, or the emptiness any more comforting for its expectedness.

Tahiri could say she was meditating, sitting on her bed with her back against the alcove wall. But that would be a lie.

[OOC: Was supposed to do this yesterday but yay for the day absolutely running away on me. Open with patches of SP, for cabinmates or visitors and oh, yeah, that Skywalker kid.]

The dream itself was no surprise; Tahiri had been having dreams like this for over two years now. The setting and the context, though -- those were new. These dreams usually took place back on Yavin 4, or on the Errant Venture,, or an asteroid in the Yag'Dhul sector, or on that worldship orbiting Myrkr.

( She wasn't used to seeing that familiar lopsided grin and those blue eyes a scant meter or two across the salle here in Fandom. )

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When she woke, smiling wistfully, Tahiri got out of bed and changed into a clean set of robes -- one of her older pairs, well-worn and comfortable even if the trousers were a bit shorter than she'd gotten used to -- before slipping out of the room and away from the dorms. She wasn't sure where she was going just yet, but something was pulling her toward the woods, and without questioning why she followed.

[OOC: 'staaaaaaablishy. Would've been up, you know, forever ago but no, my brain took a siesta.]