One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
She’s not wrong. She’s not. She saw a person made and he started out naked but she showed up here fully clothed. Maybe she’d believe she could have been made to imagine that—if she’d undressed at any point since. No, she wasn’t made.
Not that anyone will believe her.
”I don’t care if you believe my memories are real or not,” she tells Avair, “but I do mean what I said.”
”You said I could get something to eat here?” she asks Suirban.
"Yeah, let's go find the place," Suirban says, and he follows the signs and tells her what they say and finds a little cafeteria thing. It is not a mealtime at this moment - he reads her the schedule - it doesn't seem to have an obvious nighttime in there - but there are boxes of room temperature food she can have one of. In it there's cooked rice with onions and a hardboiled egg and some raw vegetables someone sort of tried to render bite sized and a dried apricot.
It would probably be better if it wasn’t room temperature but it’ll do.
Yeah, she can wait. She can also find her way to her room and back here on her own, Suirban can go home to his wife now.
She waves back.
If nothing else happens, she’ll spend the two hours thinking and looking at the flashcards every so often, then head back to the cafeteria.
Yeah, that’s better.
Okay, now that she’s not hungry anymore, is there anything that seems worth investigating before she goes back to her room?
Then she can say hi to people and introduce herself and let them know she’s still learning the local language.
She’s good and she’s from Azan and she very much appreciates the language practice.
Iiiiiiit’s a place kind of far from here but it’s very nice and she’d like to go back someday.
She shrugs in a way she hopes indicates that she doesn’t understand or doesn’t have enough words to answer.
Sucks to be them.
She’ll go wait in her room and make some nominal attempts to practice the language but mostly worry about Azan.