[She knows what dark hair means. A hard life, if a plant is young, and as far as she knew most independents were around a century or century and a half old. He should still be as golden as the sunrise. What terrible fighting it had to be! There were rumors of course, shared like whispered secrets in the back of thoughts, but she'd never asked too many questions. Maybe she should have.]
If it's not okay, we're here, you know. It might be hard for us to find you, you probably get around a lot quicker, but we'll all do what we can.
[That's what they did in other worlds too, not that she knows it. Answering the call of a distressed Independent ... unfortunately, not the one on the side of life in general.
It's carefully put aside; she'll maintain her delicate grip if allowed to, it might be a thin comfort but it's surely better than nothing, better than being alone. There would be other times to press questions about fighting and why it was so fierce it turned him into a veritable poppy, all crimson and black.]
I left New Miami maybe .. two ... years ago? We've never been to Octovern, it's a bit big for me, too many people. You can't learn their faces and needs when there's so many.
[Hanging around a tourist destination for most of her time on this planet had soured her a bit to large metropolises, some loved them, she preferred smaller places. It's followed with a very human nod, just awkward enough that it's clearly a learned gesture over an inherent one.]
The ground shook, and someone ... maybe several plants, were begging for help. I didn't get a good sense of where it came from exactly but I figure if my boy and I keep sharp attention we'll catch a rumor sooner or later. [She rewinds mentally a bit, the echoed-memory of his own earlier words playing back like a recording.] As far as I know, everyone can talk. But humans can't speak like this, so the interface helps with communication. If I was stationary, they could make me a far more detailed one, but this is the best you can get if you want to migrate. It's low energy, but that comes with the cost of precision.
[A button is pushed, resulting in a tinny, artificial "Hello!"]
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If it's not okay, we're here, you know. It might be hard for us to find you, you probably get around a lot quicker, but we'll all do what we can.
[That's what they did in other worlds too, not that she knows it. Answering the call of a distressed Independent ... unfortunately, not the one on the side of life in general.
It's carefully put aside; she'll maintain her delicate grip if allowed to, it might be a thin comfort but it's surely better than nothing, better than being alone. There would be other times to press questions about fighting and why it was so fierce it turned him into a veritable poppy, all crimson and black.]
I left New Miami maybe .. two ... years ago? We've never been to Octovern, it's a bit big for me, too many people. You can't learn their faces and needs when there's so many.
[Hanging around a tourist destination for most of her time on this planet had soured her a bit to large metropolises, some loved them, she preferred smaller places. It's followed with a very human nod, just awkward enough that it's clearly a learned gesture over an inherent one.]
The ground shook, and someone ... maybe several plants, were begging for help. I didn't get a good sense of where it came from exactly but I figure if my boy and I keep sharp attention we'll catch a rumor sooner or later. [She rewinds mentally a bit, the echoed-memory of his own earlier words playing back like a recording.] As far as I know, everyone can talk. But humans can't speak like this, so the interface helps with communication. If I was stationary, they could make me a far more detailed one, but this is the best you can get if you want to migrate. It's low energy, but that comes with the cost of precision.
[A button is pushed, resulting in a tinny, artificial "Hello!"]