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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.
maurabel and penumbra go on an adventure
People are startled. They turn to stare. Some of them pull devices out of their pockets and purses - or are already holding them - and snap pictures.
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They are clearly aliens; the more normal-looking of the two has brown hair and her companion with the glowy light wings that cast stark black shadows on the pavement below has black hair. They look around and murmur to each other in a language no one around speaks.
People back up and jostle each other and whisper and take more pictures.
...someone with green hair steps forward and attempts to repeat it.
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She nods and points at herself and says, "Maurabel," and then at her companion, "Penumbra."
"Maurabel. Penumbra." Self- "Aveline."
Gesture at the city. "Lakla."
She points at Maurabel's hair and says something questioning.
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Maurabel touches her hair, looks at Penumbra, asks her a question, gets an answer, looks back at Aveline in puzzlement.
She asks Penumbra the same question.
Penumbra can make her hair glow?
Shrug. Smile. She attempts to communicate with gestures that the picture-taking can be made to stop if they object.
Aveline cautiously walks closer, holding a little glowy glass thing.
Little glowy glass thing can be a mirror, see, like this. And then you press this and you get an instant portrait. That is what everybody around them is doing.
Smile. (Low-tech aliens. That's a twist. She hopes nothing horrible happens.) She gives Maurabel her pocket everything to try it.
If she pokes it in the right place she can get a selfie. Aveline supplies vocabulary words.
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Maurabel puts down the pocket everything and starts taking notes; she has a notebook tucked in her outfit. (The outfit looks low-tech. So does the paper. She writes with a stick of charcoal wrapped in more paper so it doesn't get on her hands.)
...would she like a pen.