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@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ He didn't know why the arrival ping did not wake him from his daydreaming, but t
He frowned, shook his head. "It's okay. I wasn't expecting you, though," he said, holding out one of the red-filtered flashlights that were permanently lodged in his pockets.
The skunk accepted the light and kneeled on the grass beside him, holding it between sharp-looking teeth as she poured two glasses of champagne.
The skunk accepted the light and knelt on the grass beside him, holding it between sharp-looking teeth as she poured two glasses of champagne.
Well, 'glasses'; they were shaped more like wide-brimmed, stemmed bowls than anything, somewhat awkward to hold, but then he remembered similar from the dinner party three weeks ago --- so many years ago, it felt like --- when the skunk and her cocladist, Dear, had lapped at their wine.
@ -32,7 +32,7 @@ The silence drew out. He looked up at the stars and thought about just how much
And he did, now. He felt it all as something more real than it had ever felt before. The math now stood side by side with awe in a way that it had only ever eclipsed before.
"Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe?" True Name said into that silence. "I am two hundred twenty-two years old, a fork of an individual who is...who would be two hundred fifty-nine years old."
"Do you know how old I am, Tycho Brahe?" True Name said into that silence. "I am 222 years old, a fork of an individual who is...who would be 259 years old."
He waited in silence. There seemed to be more to come, so he enjoyed his champagne meanwhile. It was quite good.
@ -50,7 +50,7 @@ He was startled away from looking at the sky by the sound of a sniffle from the
"I'm sorry, True Name. That was--"
"No, you are right, Tycho. I know what I am and how I became that," she said, voice thick. "But I am feeling every one of my two hundred fifty-nine years tonight. I just wanted to be with someone. Just...be, you know? Exist with someone without having some sort of agenda other than to celebrate something big."
"No, you are right, Tycho. I know what I am and how I became that," she said, voice thick. "But I am feeling every one of my 259 years tonight. I just wanted to be with someone. Just...be, you know? Exist with someone without having some sort of agenda other than to celebrate something big."
"But you don't know how?"