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st_rikingblueeyes"Throw it."
Corbie gave a start and stared at the other girl. She couldn't think of any circumstance under which she might do such a thing. Books were precious, and so rare in their tiny bubble world. And even in the small amount of time they'd been truly a part of Corbie's life, she'd learned to treat them with a kind of reverence. But Sunny only smirked and said again, "Throw it. It's mine and I'm saying it's okay."
Still, Corbie hesitated and looked around, as if expecting somehow to be punished for it. But there was no one by the pool but the two of them. In the dead of winter it was still 60 degrees outside with bright sunshine, but that was still too cold to get in that water for most. Fully clothed and keeping to the deck chairs, it was definitely too cold for them.
So the slim green volume by the title of Fast Facts for Free Agents flew from Corbie's hand to land further down the deck. Where it lay for a moment before sprouting legs--so many legs--and crawling back to Corbie and into her lap.
This, naturally, set Corbie's skin crawling and she looked ready to throw the thing again, which made Sunny laugh.
"I'm nobody's teacher," Sunny said with a shake of the head. "I'm still learning, myself. Spend some time with Isong. I hate her, but she knows what she's talking about."
Corbie frowned at that. "Then why keep the book?"
Sunny grinned sharply. "It fuels me."
At which point, Corbie backed away from the big girl with big hair and her strange green knife, but still started thumbing through the text to see what she could find.
Truly, Sunny didn't consider herself advanced enough to teach. She was still trying to make Ndibu level. And while that was far more advanced than many Leopard People got, as a free agent she knew that standards for her would be much higher than others. Wasn't that the story of her life.
So while Corbie eventually went over to the pool and started playing with the water, Sunny kept one eye on that and focused most of her attention on another book written entirely in Nsibidi. She had read it many times, read both the stories it contained, which she thought of as its day face and its night face. What she was looking for now, lightly experimenting in chalk on the ground, was which symbols might be the best for creating a spell to get the hell out of here.
Corbie gave a start and stared at the other girl. She couldn't think of any circumstance under which she might do such a thing. Books were precious, and so rare in their tiny bubble world. And even in the small amount of time they'd been truly a part of Corbie's life, she'd learned to treat them with a kind of reverence. But Sunny only smirked and said again, "Throw it. It's mine and I'm saying it's okay."
Still, Corbie hesitated and looked around, as if expecting somehow to be punished for it. But there was no one by the pool but the two of them. In the dead of winter it was still 60 degrees outside with bright sunshine, but that was still too cold to get in that water for most. Fully clothed and keeping to the deck chairs, it was definitely too cold for them.
So the slim green volume by the title of Fast Facts for Free Agents flew from Corbie's hand to land further down the deck. Where it lay for a moment before sprouting legs--so many legs--and crawling back to Corbie and into her lap.
This, naturally, set Corbie's skin crawling and she looked ready to throw the thing again, which made Sunny laugh.
"I'm nobody's teacher," Sunny said with a shake of the head. "I'm still learning, myself. Spend some time with Isong. I hate her, but she knows what she's talking about."
Corbie frowned at that. "Then why keep the book?"
Sunny grinned sharply. "It fuels me."
At which point, Corbie backed away from the big girl with big hair and her strange green knife, but still started thumbing through the text to see what she could find.
Truly, Sunny didn't consider herself advanced enough to teach. She was still trying to make Ndibu level. And while that was far more advanced than many Leopard People got, as a free agent she knew that standards for her would be much higher than others. Wasn't that the story of her life.
So while Corbie eventually went over to the pool and started playing with the water, Sunny kept one eye on that and focused most of her attention on another book written entirely in Nsibidi. She had read it many times, read both the stories it contained, which she thought of as its day face and its night face. What she was looking for now, lightly experimenting in chalk on the ground, was which symbols might be the best for creating a spell to get the hell out of here.
