fandomhigh | Practical Philosophy, Monday

The sky was overcast, but the temperatures weren't terribly low and the threat of rain not so high that Ender opted to stay indoors. Instead they were out on the dorm lawn again, a bag of sandwiches sitting in what would soon be the center of a circle of students.

Before he started talking in general, he glanced towards Yeul and said, "I'd like to see you after class, please."

Then his attention shifted. "Last week, we experienced some interesting events," Ender said, only a little dry humor obvious from his tone of voice. "The peppers were a nuisance, that's for sure. I hope all of you made it through unharmed and unsinged." They usually did at Fandom-- he didn't think he spotted any major injuries.

"Now, the phones are a semi-annual problem. I've experienced that one several times since I came here. I always don't realize what is going on until I've already made a few calls of my own - and I'm always left wondering what prompted me to respond in the first place," he said. "What is it that makes us want to say something back when someone says something to us? Why can't we just let obviously confused, crazy people be?"

He shrugged. "Maybe it's because our lives are built and supported by our ability to communicate, so when someone communicates oddly at us, we're alarmed," he said. "Maybe we've just all got tempers. Maybe we're just trying to turn a freak occasion into some amusement for ourselves. Or maybe it's just human nature for the entire tribe to start shouting when one member does."

He stretched his legs out. "How was your week?" he asked.

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"Libra," she repeated, wanting to remember the word. "I am sorry if this is a silly question but... how do you know what your symbol is?"

"It just goes by birthday," Bay explained. "Mine is October 22, so it's the very end of Libra. Next one is Scorpio, which is a scorpion. Has to do with which constellation is highest in the sky or something." A pause. "I don't exactly believe it means anything. But most people know their signs, so."

"So it is something cultural," she said slowly, smiling. "Even if it is not a particularly important facet of the same. I wonder what my sign would be? I do not know when by birthday is."

"So, you could just pick the sign you like best and say it's yours," Bay suggested, arching an eyebrow curiously. "Why don't you know your birthday? Is it a religious thing?"

She laughed. "I suppose I could," she admitted. "That might even be fun, looking into all of them and then picking one. As for my birthday..." Yeul shrugged slightly. "My Guardian will know, if I ask him. It just never occurred to me to ask."

"Maybe you should either ask or just pick one," Bay suggested. "Even if it's just for fun, it's nice to have a special day. Plus, usually there's cake."

"I do like cake," Yeul admitted. "And I think it would please him if I asked."

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