She wasn’t sure where her suspicions came from, but they quickly passed when he translated for her. Oh. She whispered thinking on it for a moment. No, she hasn’t It was odd that they all just didn’t speak the same language, and found it intriguing that if she went far enough away she probably wouldn’t understand a word they said. And, his words had been beautiful sounding, rolling off the tongue easily and fluidly.
Finally she took up his invitation and walked closely around the model to sit beside him. Looking down at it she noticed how closely it looked like the house they sat within, or at least the framing of it. Her eyes lowered, getting level with the structure as her interest grew. You make this? Her question was full of the excitement that she held. Looking at the tools scattered on the floor she gently touched one of them, wondering how it would feel in her hand, if she had fingers.
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