"Home is the Qun." That isn't a lie, but it's only one truth. You learn to hold them together, the pieces side-by-side. Dangerous, strange, home. "And your harbor has fog enough."
"Is it?" Gela looks up again. "I don't know very much about it."
And she's tempted to sit and wait for her to answer that prompt instead of pivoting to her past but Gela's missed her opening. She nods and caps the button jar. "Very different. Good-different. I liked travelling and seeing everything I could but it was hard to keep much money and I missed having the same bed."
"I miss my bed. We count beds for home, then I miss this."
There's nothing wrong with the new mattress. The stuffing's cleaner than anything northern, where the humidity rots it all, where sometimes you startle a snake from the holes. But it doesn't smell the same, doesn't yet know the shape her shoulders will wear. And at this age —
She thinks of asking about the money: Why does it matter to you? Does it matter, beyond what it buys?
Instead:
"Best thing you see?" The flash of a smile. "Maybe I find reason to go."
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"This is very different from road,"
A prompt. Gela had traveled light.
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And she's tempted to sit and wait for her to answer that prompt instead of pivoting to her past but Gela's missed her opening. She nods and caps the button jar. "Very different. Good-different. I liked travelling and seeing everything I could but it was hard to keep much money and I missed having the same bed."
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"I miss my bed. We count beds for home, then I miss this."
There's nothing wrong with the new mattress. The stuffing's cleaner than anything northern, where the humidity rots it all, where sometimes you startle a snake from the holes. But it doesn't smell the same, doesn't yet know the shape her shoulders will wear. And at this age —
She thinks of asking about the money: Why does it matter to you? Does it matter, beyond what it buys?
Instead:
"Best thing you see?" The flash of a smile. "Maybe I find reason to go."
Vacation duty.