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Library; Wedneday [ 09/12 ]

If there was anything in this world that might convince Adah to start walking upright and proper, she was thinking it would probably be this place. She'd done a quick tour around the library, collecting this book and that until she couldn't hold any more and couldn't keep going back and forth between the desk and the shelves without ending up a curled ball of pain on the floor. And since the Eel supposedly might slither in today, that would be no good. No good at all.

All at good, no. Good, no, be would that.

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Libraries were never quiet to River. The books might not speak themselves, but minds certainly did, voicing the contents of books. Adah's poetry of parasites was different though, like Adah's mind generally was, to River at least. It drew River towards the desk, where she dug an apple out of her pocket - she had planned that gift - and held it close to her ear. "No worms in here either," she said, listening for a moment. She placed the fruit in front of Adah, pushing it closer with the tip of her finger.

Adah looked up, blinking in surprise because she really had entirely missed River coming into the library, and she stared, just a little bit, while her brain worked hard to shift gears. Of course there weren't; the apples here were too unnatural, and they tasted too heavily of things that killed what would try to kill us if given half the chance. But she liked fruit better than sandwiches; she'd grown too unaccustomed to meat that wasn't stringy chicken, so she gave River a light smile and a thought of thanks as the fingers of her left hand crept along the desk, twitching out to pull the apple slowly from where River started to push. She grinned a little wryly.

The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that the sun had been set afire merely to ripen men's apples and head their cabbages.

Cabbages, their head, and apples, men's ripen to merely afire...

"If it was the pesticides would be unnecessary," River observed. "Pestilence being a point of perspective." A thought of Miranda flashed into her mind. Violence fought with poison creating more death and violence. She pushed the apple into Adah's hand. At least they both appreciated fresh fruit. "Hard to find apples on a spaceship," she said.

Nearly impossible to get them where she was in Africa, although there were substitutes, so Adah imagined that, yes, a spaceship might have been different. She looked the fruit over, inspected it for soft spots and holes more out of habit than anything else, certainly not distrusting River's assessment. Just habitual, as humans were wont to be. She thanked River again with a bob of her head, before sinking a careful bite into it. She found herself wondering where she'd gotten it; it tasted better than the one she'd had last night.

River looked pleased. She was good at assessing the quality of fruit and proud of it. "The Perk serves a good apple cake," she said. "Not like fresh fruit, but a different quality." She took a step back. This was Adah's job, after all, and River's class would be starting soon.

Adah's mother used to make apple cake at one point. Adah's mother used to make a lot of things; still did, but it wasn't the same. Ekac elppa, not even Rekcorc Ytteb, Congolese Angel Dream Mix Bricks. After inspecting the groove of her teeth that had torn the flesh of the apple a moment, Adah figured that perhaps she and River should do something like that one day. Walking was getting a little easier; there wouldn't be so many stairs, and she wanted to see more of the village, anyway. She just needed a good purpose to do so.

River's face lit up and she smiled. "Can show you the cake and give a tour of the village," she offered. Perhaps Adah might even want to see the spaceship, but she decided not to mention that right now. And she didn't want to be late to Emma's class! Before slipping out of the door, River turned. "If you want. This weekend?"

Adah knew she didn't need to nod to let River know that she'd much prefer to spend time with her like that than their last endeavor, and she liked that, because movement was best preserved sometimes. However, that didn't stop her from smiling a little. Just a tad. A smidgen. Neg dims a data tsuj.

River noticed the smile, even if it was tiny. She disappeared, heading to the class, laughing softly.

[Yay timing! Sorry, work distracted.]

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