Aug 18, 2019 2:45 AM
Mirelótë and Theodore in Muse
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The gravity is heavy, the sun is singular, the plants are indigo and black.

Also, she got here via the mouth of a spotaneously appearing snake-monster, which would all by itself be suggestive that she might not be in Valimar any longer.

"Hello?" Mirelótë calls.

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This isn't where he was going. 

 

This isn't - 

- he doesn't know where the fuck this is, actually.  Maybe it's Africa. Maybe it's Mexico. Those are the most exotic places he can think of offhand. 

 

Someone shouts. He turns around.

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"Tyel...cormo?" the someone says when she spots him, not particularly hopefully.

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Maybe that's African. Or Mexican. She's - really hot, and really tall, and not African he doesn't think though this is really far outside his area of expertise. "I don't speak your language, sorry."

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Sigh.

She points at herself. "Mirelótë Ambela." She points at him.

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" - Theodore Way. I don't know Ambela."

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She gestures at him and makes a hand-opening-and-closing gesture near her mouth with her free hand. Points at more random objects in their environment - ink-black bush, the sky, the sun therein, a rock.

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"Well this is going to take fucking forever, do we have to? I'll be leaving as soon as I know what direction to leave in." He points. "England? England? England?"

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She shakes her head.

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"I've got, uh, French, Latin -" He tries both those, badly.

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Headshake. She pauses, then tries a few more languages herself, none of which are any more familiar than the first.

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He glances around for England, or rampaging elephants or something else better than language practice. Nope.

 

He picks up two rocks. "Rocks. One, two. I have two rocks." He offers her one.

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"I have one rocks!" she says, taking the rock.

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Apparently Mexico uses the his-father school of language-learning. "I have one rock." He scoops another off the ground. "I have two rocks. I have one hand -" holding it up - "I have two hands. I have one ear..."

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"You have two ears, I have two ears. I have - two two two two two -" She wiggles her fingers.

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"Ten, you have ten fingers. You have one rock, you have two hands, you have ten fingers. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten. You have one rock, I have two rocks, we have three rocks."

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She picks up another rock. "We have four rocks." She points at the sun again.

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"We have, uh, one sun. The world has one sun."

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"I have two suns," she says.

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"That doesn't make sense, the world goes 'round the sun and it couldn't do that if you had several of them, how'd it know which ones to go around? Uh -" he gestures with rocks - "world goes around the Sun." Three examples, the rule is. "I go around you." He does that. "I go around the shrub." He does that, too.

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"I have world goes around two suns." She arranges rocks, two big ones closer together, and moves a littler rock around them.

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"Huh, okay. How'd you get here? Never mind, that's too many new concepts. This rock is on the ground. Theodore is on the ground. This drawing -" he scuffs the ground with his feet - "is on the ground. England is on the Earth. The Earth goes around one sun."

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"Valinor goes around two suns. We are on England? We are on the Earth?"

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"We are not on England. Not - this is not a rock, this is not a hand, I am not Mirelote Ambela."

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"We are not on Valinor, we are not on England - we are on -?"

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"Good question! Uh, good question is I have no word for where we are."

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