Gideon eyes the array of delicious-looking food with unabashed desire, even as she nods in confirmation.]
Yeah, none at all. It's all just like...stone and bone and grit.
[She makes a face-- there's no love lost between her and the place she was raised.]
I dunno how I could be made from the sea though, you know? When there is no sea on the Ninth? I guess we weren't all resurrected on the Ninth, and it's been ages since the resurrection. Like, thousands of years. We're all just born now, mostly through incubation vats...but so far as I know, we came from the dust of dead worlds.
[ She could not think of anything so awful, but then Ianthe's stories always left her out of sorts - so it at least followed it would be just as unpleasant.
Her brows lift, then does not quite mean too, but she finds herself in baffled confusion and laughter. ]
Dust is one part of you - but do you not bleed, do you not sweat? Your spit, your tears. These are water that is with you. If you do not have water, do you not perish?
[ She gestures for Gideon to sit across from her, as she begins to serve out bits and pieces of food for her to try to figure out what she liked. ]
And these vats... are they like a woman's belly? For as I know it, it is water that cradles us born, it is the loss of that water that signals it is time for an infant to be born. Just like our ancestors, who as small creatures, left the ocean when it was safe and they were grown.
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Gideon eyes the array of delicious-looking food with unabashed desire, even as she nods in confirmation.]
Yeah, none at all. It's all just like...stone and bone and grit.
[She makes a face-- there's no love lost between her and the place she was raised.]
I dunno how I could be made from the sea though, you know? When there is no sea on the Ninth? I guess we weren't all resurrected on the Ninth, and it's been ages since the resurrection. Like, thousands of years. We're all just born now, mostly through incubation vats...but so far as I know, we came from the dust of dead worlds.
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Her brows lift, then does not quite mean too, but she finds herself in baffled confusion and laughter. ]
Dust is one part of you - but do you not bleed, do you not sweat? Your spit, your tears. These are water that is with you. If you do not have water, do you not perish?
[ She gestures for Gideon to sit across from her, as she begins to serve out bits and pieces of food for her to try to figure out what she liked. ]
And these vats... are they like a woman's belly? For as I know it, it is water that cradles us born, it is the loss of that water that signals it is time for an infant to be born. Just like our ancestors, who as small creatures, left the ocean when it was safe and they were grown.