Hera opens the cabinet, and within it, a slender drawer, from which she pulls out a folded piece of cardboard, and a tightly filled pouch. She balances these on one arm, and then takes the water pitcher above the drawers in her free hand, closing the cabinet with her elbow.
She walks over to where he's sitting, and settles down on the floor across from him. The pitcher is set down on the floor next to the cups. Then she sets down the piece of cardboard between them, and unfolds it, revealing a makeshift chessboard scrawled across it. Next she unzips the pouch, out of which spills a collection of rough-hewn and mismatched pieces.
It's a far cry from the beautiful set Thrawn had used to teach her, but even now that was still locked in his office, and determined young Hera had made her own alternatives.
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She walks over to where he's sitting, and settles down on the floor across from him. The pitcher is set down on the floor next to the cups. Then she sets down the piece of cardboard between them, and unfolds it, revealing a makeshift chessboard scrawled across it. Next she unzips the pouch, out of which spills a collection of rough-hewn and mismatched pieces.
It's a far cry from the beautiful set Thrawn had used to teach her, but even now that was still locked in his office, and determined young Hera had made her own alternatives.