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In a spacious home in the heart of Shi’Kahr sits Aelliana Moore and her classmate, S’chn T’Gai Spock. She isn’t speaking to him -- a sullen face is staring silently downwards. Her mentor has already offered their young visitor food or drink -- given them a lone, clear table upon which to work. They have their stations, they have all they need. Now they just need to... communicative.
“Aelliana has made it clear that she works best when I do not -- as she says -- hover. Thus, I will be upstairs. I will be able to hear if either of you call for me.”
Aelliana, of course, should be better enough to not feel embarrassed by him stating such a fact to the relative stranger, but being emotionally splayed open for this Spock still makes her feel ill, causes a rush of color to her cheeks that she cannot control. Her mentor moves, cup of tea and PADD in hand, to the staircase -- and she stares down at her hands in absolute silence, feet swinging once before she steadies them.
