“No actually, I don’t.” Circadian answers while still finishing up the “map.” Stepping back onto the map to adjust it was part of her problem in the first place, because then those footprints had to be wiped away from the wooden edges of the box.
“This might be a tad over your head, and I don’t say that to insult your intelligence at all, but friend, this world doesn’t know anything.” She said this as she stopped temporarily and turned to look at Jesse. “I don’t know if you’re aware of the multiverse theory. In most cases, it’s bull crap, but there are multiple realms in existence, mine being different from this one. Now to tie back to what you just said, I was born a human child. I was transformed into the creature you see as a dog, that I call a meridian canine form, by crossing into a specific realm called Hemlock Crossroads. I was fourteen. Heck if I know how old I am now.” She shrugged it off, continuing to work. If he got it, he got it, and if he didn’t, he would learn. If he didn’t learn, well, it really isn’t that big of a deal to Circadian at the current moment.
“Oh a graduate. That’s nice. I always wonder what it would have been like to go to college or even high school, a proper one. Granted, I don’t have an education past fourth grade and failed a grade so I don’t suppose I was really goin’ places huh?” There was a little melancholy, bitterness, and even an envious edge to her tone that she was unable to keep out. Yet she was still nonchalant about it too. Her friendly demeanor had not gone away, either.
“Eh, you’ll figure it out. Everyone always does. Or they don’t and they end up on the street. The guy who busts his back amounts to about as much as the one who doesn’t in most of these worlds. Pretty dark, pretty screwed up, but that’s the reality. I learned the hard way that you can’t blame yourself for reality. There’s no amount of fighting that’s going to change it.” Her back was turned as she said this and soon enough she climbed out of the box. She completely ignored the “impressive” comment, not with the intention of being rude, however.
“Okay… Here’s what I’ve got. This is a guesstimate of where we are, this box made of sticks. It doesn’t account for the sandbox, this is supposed to be the entire park. That rock is placed a little ways out from the direction we came from and this…” She paused, placing a pawprint in the center of the map. “Is where I think I’m supposed to be. There’s a park, and some ponds and huge clocktower. That clocktower is where I need to be. …Any chance of you getting me there or having an address to somewhere close? Seriously though, I really appreciate your help here.” And she said it again just because she felt he needed to hear it.
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