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Room 424 [afternoon]
Jun. 11th, 2009 12:20 pmBen wasn't hiding.
...much. It was his days without workshops, so after a run around the island, a stop in the salle, and time spent writing a letter to Aravis to catch her up on Fandom happenings (or at least a general sort of catch-up. He wasn't mentioning his fight with Ender, the extreme awkwardness that was his relationship with Tahiri right now, his conversation with John, or the impending arrival of his baby...aunt. It wasn't a tremendously helpful letter).
Now he was sitting in the middle of his floor, barefoot, with his hands resting easily on his knees and his eyes closed as he tried to regain equilibrium through meditation.
His father was so much better at this.
The door was cracked open.
...much. It was his days without workshops, so after a run around the island, a stop in the salle, and time spent writing a letter to Aravis to catch her up on Fandom happenings (or at least a general sort of catch-up. He wasn't mentioning his fight with Ender, the extreme awkwardness that was his relationship with Tahiri right now, his conversation with John, or the impending arrival of his baby...aunt. It wasn't a tremendously helpful letter).
Now he was sitting in the middle of his floor, barefoot, with his hands resting easily on his knees and his eyes closed as he tried to regain equilibrium through meditation.
His father was so much better at this.
The door was cracked open.
