As Kip entered, the Yoda-sized Lennik Jedi sat with legs crossed on the top of a shelf eyes closed and meditating. If you didn't know better, you would think he was a statue of sorts. His meditations had been going on for ages now, maybe the whole day even. After a while you wouldn't even notice him there anymore because he could be still and without making noises for hours.
"Where's Farran?" a question sounded in the room and the meditations ended sharply. The Lennik turned his eyes on Kip and tilted his head from side to side in order to stretch his neck that had jammed after being immobile for so long. The young humanoid turned over and dropped down from the shelf in order to get down fast enough for his own likings. Bist looked over at Kip after that and those who gave different responses to their master before himself just shrugging as a response and making his way to drink something. No doubt he had trouble speaking after one of his meditation sessions due to dry mouth and throat
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