Room 529, Tuesday Evening
All in all, Tahiri felt satisfied with the results of today's class, although she was worried about Master Skywalker, Firekeeper, Jaina, and the others who'd gone off. She had absolute faith in them, of course, but well . . . she cared, and therefore she worried.
That was something she had practice at, of course -- she could worry about her friends and carry on with her day unimpeded, because that was just something you got good at after you'd been doing it all your life. And maybe, just maybe, she was still humming that kriffing "it's a small world" song as she paged through a small solar system's worth of files and notes from Danni Quee and Tekli.
That was, until a weird little impulse took hold of her, and she took time out of her reading to send an email that read simply:
Ben Skywalker, you had better not be doing anything unbelievably stupid right this minute!
No idea why. It wasn't even a bad feeling she had -- just a weird one.
[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want. Because I have new canon today, and I HAD TO.]
That was something she had practice at, of course -- she could worry about her friends and carry on with her day unimpeded, because that was just something you got good at after you'd been doing it all your life. And maybe, just maybe, she was still humming that kriffing "it's a small world" song as she paged through a small solar system's worth of files and notes from Danni Quee and Tekli.
That was, until a weird little impulse took hold of her, and she took time out of her reading to send an email that read simply:
Ben Skywalker, you had better not be doing anything unbelievably stupid right this minute!
No idea why. It wasn't even a bad feeling she had -- just a weird one.
[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want. Because I have new canon today, and I HAD TO.]