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Springs, pendulums, gears - those Curufin understood. The new clocks that she spoke of, though⌠he hadnât the faintest what a battery was, or what other sort of face would be used that simply showed numbers of its own accord. Something similar to whatever device they were using now, perhaps? And yet it was not as if he found that any less unsettling; simply useful for the time being.
He smiled faintly when Orianna complimented his numbers, though. âYes, that was my thought. Twelves are much more easily divisible than tens - and there is more in the natural world accorded by them, as well. I donât know why or how these Men would have created a ten-system.â
But that reminded him of his reasons for asking of numbers to begin with, and he stepped back slightly. âI had been intending to search the stalls for crafts to buy,â Curufin announced, simply. âYou had also mentioned wishing to purchase some items?" He would let her take his intended meaning - he was not quite at the level of admitting to a stranger, even a pleasant stranger, that his brother had forbidden him purchasing anything while on his own.
Orianna pursed her lips, considering his comment on the 'Man' method of counting, whatever he did mean by it. "I would not know why, though now I wonder about it. It could be simply a matter of hands and fingers, but just as easily could I arrange a manner of counting into five-twelves base." She nodded firmly, a smile on her face. "I may pick up a few books on it and report back with my findings."
The announcement shifted the topic, and Orianna straightened a few inches in near habit. This wasn't Jalen, though. She had to remind herself of that. "I did! Why don't we go together, then? If you have any questions, I'd be able to help, and perhaps we would even be able to stop and get food!"
Covering her face to hide her facial stripe out of embarrassment, she continued, "And--with all honesty, there are some things here that I do not know what they are. Do you mind answering some of my questions, if I have any?"
The story entrances her, and she watches the Unicorn without blinking. âIt seems like a wonderful place,â she replies. âEven if it has been thousands of years sinceâthe Song?âit must be a beautiful place. The place I come from never gets along with magic, but it has its own power to itâwhich, I imagine, is why it will not cooperate.â
One very blue eye opens. âA land without magic? This I must hear.â Heâd thought - or at least assumed - that every land had some magic. But then, the Evil Jadis was said to come from another land, where magic was twisted and cruel and Different from Narniaâs. Perhaps this girlâs âpowerâ was simply another kind.
"Well, it's--" She purses her lips, trying to consider how exactly to explain it. "It's all electricity. We draw it from an outside well, and then it flows under our city as energy. It powers and illuminates our cities, ourselves. It's what we eat and drink there, in one shape or another. It runs the scripts and commands inside us--" The ISO taps her chest, though if she could just as easily tap between her shoulder blades. "--and then we act upon them. I have some still stored in me, in the pathways, but I only use it to maintain myself with the meat part of me is under stress."
"Oh!" She wonders if the being he mentioned, Aslan, is any bit how Big Brother had beenâor if he has more presence or power there.
With Jewelâs velvety muzzle in her palm, Orianna begins petting him on reflex. Almost immediately a smile crosses her face. A Unicorn is nothing like a lion or a tiger, but heâs large and warm in the cold weather. âIâve never heard of a land made by song,â she comments, brushing the bridge of his nose with a few fingers. âWhat is Narnia like?â
His lids droop - ahh, having his nose stroked is the single loveliest sensation he knows. âItâs very beautiful, I think - and quite a bit younger than this world, only a few thousand years. We have more magic there, more life in the land. Things grow, and grow strong and well. The stories say that in the beginning, in the hours just after the Song, one could cast a handful of coins on the ground and grow trees made of silver and gold.â
The story entrances her, and she watches the Unicorn without blinking. "It seems like a wonderful place," she replies. "Even if it has been thousands of years since--the Song?--it must be a beautiful place. The place I come from never gets along with magic, but it has its own power to it--which, I imagine, is why it will not cooperate."
"Mine is Orianna." She bends her knees, the closest she could get to a bow, and then removes her hand from her cheek to hover between them. "May I ask, Jewelâwhat sort of being are you?"
"I am a Unicorn of Narnia. In these days my kind are born in the - ah, the usual way, but we were created in the Great Singing by Aslan, the King of Beasts, son of the Emperor-Across-The-Sea and Lord of Narnia through all the ages."
He places his nose in her hand, neatly ruining the dignity of his little speech.
"Oh!" She wonders if the being he mentioned, Aslan, is any bit how Big Brother had been--or if he has more presence or power there.
With Jewel's velvety muzzle in her palm, Orianna begins petting him on reflex. Almost immediately a smile crosses her face. A Unicorn is nothing like a lion or a tiger, but he's large and warm in the cold weather. "I've never heard of a land made by song," she comments, brushing the bridge of his nose with a few fingers. "What is Narnia like?"
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"A mermaid? No." Deciding her company is strange enough in itself, she scoots closer to one of the not-horseâs white ears. "I-um, am actually an ISO. We wake up in a particular sea and come to shore fully grown. Like Useâlike humans. But I am made of numbers and electricity first, and then meat."
His ears flick at that. âHow curious. Well, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Jewel.â He arches his neck a little - he knows when heâs being looked at.
"Mine is Orianna." She bends her knees, the closest she could get to a bow, and then removes her hand from her cheek to hover between them. "May I ask, Jewel--what sort of being are you?"