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Teja is outside this morning; but he is not sparring with his droid, or otherwise training at weapons, but sitting on a large rock by the lake and playing -- not his harp, but his guitar, for once.
He is looking up at the sky as he does so, watching the clouds wandering by and asking himself where those come from and go to, as this little world is so very limited.
But he is not brooding so much that company would not be welcome.
He is looking up at the sky as he does so, watching the clouds wandering by and asking himself where those come from and go to, as this little world is so very limited.
But he is not brooding so much that company would not be welcome.