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strangetrip2019-01-20 09:31 pm
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[EP] Lunar eclipse - OTA
Sunny was not a natural star reader. Tall though she was for a woman, it wasn't such a remarkable attribute that it played any part in her abilities. Still, Anatov and Sugar Cream has seen to it that she had a thorough education and she could do it. She had a question that needed answering and a night with such an unusual moon seemed like the right night for such an important question.
When the hell are we next getting out of here?
She wouldn't ask about a final escape. She was pretty sure that even if she did have a knack for this that the sky would only laugh at her efforts to answer that question. So she looked for signs of a portal. Of a break from this tedium.
There was a window of about an hour starting just after 8:40 where the moon was swallowed from the sky. Sunny sat herself down in the grass, watching the black and the stars. The night was cool, but still not cold. It was never properly cold here. This was like trying to read a language that you had only been learning for a short time and wasn't related to any other tongue you knew. She could do it, but she had to read it one letter at a time. While the letters were moving.
What was normally a frustration became a thrilling challenge and source of delight. And who knew, maybe she'd actually learn something.
When the hell are we next getting out of here?
She wouldn't ask about a final escape. She was pretty sure that even if she did have a knack for this that the sky would only laugh at her efforts to answer that question. So she looked for signs of a portal. Of a break from this tedium.
There was a window of about an hour starting just after 8:40 where the moon was swallowed from the sky. Sunny sat herself down in the grass, watching the black and the stars. The night was cool, but still not cold. It was never properly cold here. This was like trying to read a language that you had only been learning for a short time and wasn't related to any other tongue you knew. She could do it, but she had to read it one letter at a time. While the letters were moving.
What was normally a frustration became a thrilling challenge and source of delight. And who knew, maybe she'd actually learn something.
Re: Liz and Sunny
She wished the answer were more definite, but again, trying to read a complex thought in your third best language that wasn't related to your other two while all the letters were moving. All the same, before spring was more than she'd known previously, and it was a kind of relief.
She really should go in now, after so much of her warmth leeching out of her onto the grass. But she only sighed and lay herself down on the ground, watching the moon slowly come out of the Earth's shadow like the opening of a single, huge eye.