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The first thing he thinks is "The moon is beautiful".
The second thing he thinks is that something has gone terribly wrong.
The moon above him is pale lavender, striated with bands of darker blue and vortices of white cloud. The night around him is quiet, and dark, and damp. The grass under him is scratchy and -- importantly -- not where he remembers going to sleep.
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:They must be from one of the other moons, then,: Zeterse says to Çet.
Turning back to Sable, she adds :Okay, well you showed up somewhere in the Haşarlands -- a dangerous runewaste guarded by Haşar. We're sort of out in the middle of nowhere, but I'm sure we would have heard if someone had figured out how to travel from one of the other moons, so I'm afraid I have no idea how you could have gotten here.:
:Çet says you're welcome to stay with them for a while while you get things figured out, or we can probably find you a place in town, whichever you prefer. I'm dispatched to deal with this all morning, so if you have some questions, or if you want basic language lessons, we can do that now. Does that sound okay?:
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Sable nods and starts pointing to various objects, in the hopes that this will cause language lessons to happen.
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So Zeterse will run through basic vocabulary for everything within line of sight, interspersed with grammatical tidbits (:So that's actually a children-class noun, because it's made of unprocessed wood:, and :No, questions have the object before the subject.:)
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Eventually, Çet interrupts to ask (via helpful Zeterse translation) whether either of them want some breakfast. They weren't planning on guests, but they've got enough porridge to go around.
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