They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
Childrens' books are meticulous about representation: there is a blue child and a green child and a yellow child and a grey child and an orange child and a purple child.
She doesn't quite understand the significance of castes yet but yes she is now aware of the array of hair colors.
They bow and nod and leave again. They brought food for three this time; Vashal eats with them and names things.
Slightly smug smile. "Sorry. I should maybe have had more tolerance for annoying people when it means getting to learn with aliens! This is my son Kefin -"
"We're fully grown at like sixteen and I don't think there's a specific age after which no kids, it just gets gradually less likely... live to be sixty, longer for people who've always had access to mage healing..."
"We usually die around forty, maybe late thirties if you had a hard life - people who grew up during the last war died younger... you are likely to have a significantly shorter year."
"The length of a year is based on the seasons? The days get longer and shorter gradually, there's accompanying rain or cold?"
"I think formally it's to do with the stars and when things grow, it doesn't get very rainy or cold where I live."
He does something to his pocket everything and now there is a globe floating on the screen. "You may know this already - planets are round, they circle their suns?"