I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Tahiri had to admit one thing: her first week of school, for all that it was light years different from the Jedi Praxeum, hadn't been at all uneventful. From the people she'd met on the shuttle coming over -- including the teenage version of the Masters Skywalker's infant son! -- to her roommate, and Firekeeper, and a different version of Jaina, and some of the other students, to the strange things that passed for fauna on this island, it had definitely been an adventure. Classes had . . . well, they were definitely going to be useful, even the one taught by Anakin's namesake, all impossibly alive and non-Sith-y, and she still had no idea how that had happened.

That part, she decided as she lay on her stomach on her bed, fingers tapping on the datapad in front of her, she was definitely leaving out of her report home to Master Tionne.

Occasionally she caught herself giving the datapad strange looks, as if there was something fundamentally wrong with it. But this had so far been an adventure, definitely, though not the same as the kind she'd used to have -- for more reasons than just the fact that her best friend wouldn't be around to share them again.

Not something she wanted to think about right now; yesterday had been pretty much entirely lost to moping over it as it was.

[OOC: Open, particularly for the roomie but the door's knockable. This may actually even be a linkdrop if I get around to it. I know, I'm shocked too.]