Quen nodded.  Pretty much what he expected.  All the other kids seemed to like those stories too.  He tossed his braid again.  The seclusion braid was currently pretty short, but would grow longer as the year progressed.  "Archive," he said, any interested Force-sensitive around could tell he was also communicating on the pheromone level, just not what he was saying, "Past records.  Stories, people."<br/><br/>His understanding of Basic wasn't exactly limited, but for his whole life the youngling had 'spoken' without vocalizing.  It was a new concept, interesting, but still new and undeveloped.