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
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan