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<h1>Zk | 008</h1>
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<h1 id="codrin-balanemissary-2346">Codrin Bălan#Emissary — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-0 days, 1 hour, 58 minutes</span>
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<h1 id="codrin-balanartemis-2346">Codrin Bălan#Artemis — 2346</h1>
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<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-1 day, 1 hour, 58 minutes</span>
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</code></pre></div>
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<p>As suggested, Codrin and Sarah wound up in the courtyard.</p>
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<p>“Yeah. She was sleeping. I don’t know how much they– well, how much she has been sleeping of late, but given that she seems constantly exhausted, I’m glad she’s getting at least a little.”</p>
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<p>“This does seem to be taking its toll on her. When this is all over, I’d like to sit down with you and her and learn a bit more about this.” She hesitated, then added, “Or at least with you, depending on how willing she is.”</p>
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<p>Ey nodded. Ey could feel the knowledge of what ey’d learned sitting heavily in eir gut, clawing at eir insides. The Name, the pronouns, feeling the owner of the Name in the system. It wanted out, at least in some way, but there was no one other than True Name ey’d be able to share that with from now until eternity.</p>
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<p>Swallowing down the feeling clutching at eir throat, ey said instead, “You know, she said something to me when she was laying down to nap. She said something like, “I need someone to anchor me and you are very good at that”. And come to think of it, I got a note from Codrin#Artemis that Tycho said similar earlier, that he said I’m ‘grounding’.”</p>
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<p>Sarah nodded readily. “You are, yeah. Why do you bring it up?”</p>
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<p>Swallowing down the feeling clutching at eir throat, ey said instead, “You know, when she was laying down to nap, she said something like, “I need someone to anchor me and you are very good at that”. Come to think of it, I got a note from Codrin#Castor that Tycho said similar earlier, that he said I’m ‘grounding’.”</p>
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<p>Sarah nodded readily. “You are, yes. Why do you bring it up?”</p>
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<p>“It’s not something I’d really considered about myself.” Ey spoke slowly, piecing together eir thoughts as ey went. “I’ve been questioning my path in life moving forward. I’ve been very passive, very much like a recorder. I’m <em>good</em> at being an amanuensis, but I also feel like I get dragged into it more often than I choose to do so.”</p>
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<p>“Does being a grounding person help with that?”</p>
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<p>Ey shrugged. “I suppose so. Empathy helps, because it lets me understand what’s happening more readily. The way Tycho and True Name put it, though, sounds…I don’t know, more active.”</p>
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<p>Ey shrugged. “I suppose so. Empathy helps, because it lets me understand what’s happening more readily, lets me build a more complete story. The way Tycho and True Name put it, though, sounds…I don’t know, more active.”</p>
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<p>She nodded again, waiting in silence until ey was done speaking.</p>
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<p>“Ioan’s moved on to theatre, Codrin#Pollux is a librarian now, and I’m just doing the same thing I was doing almost a hundred years ago. This whole thing about being grounding combined with the need for something new just has me thinking about what to do with my life.”</p>
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<p>“It’s a complex question, Codrin. Hell, even when we were limited to ninety or a hundred years, folks would talk about having midlife crises, questioning what it was that they really wanted to do, and a lot of times it came down to feeling a lack of agency. Psychologists would…” She trailed off, looking over eir shoulder. “Well, lets pick this up later. Artante and Turun Ko are on their way.”</p>
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<p>Ey turned to look over eir shoulder, noticing the two Artemisians moving slower than expected. A moment’s thought showed that ey was still running at a skew of one point two as the meeting had been, so ey dropped back down to common time.</p>
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<p>Ey turned to look, noticing the two Artemisians moving slower than expected. A moment’s thought showed that ey was still running at a skew of one point two as the meeting had been, so ey dropped back down to common time.</p>
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<p>Turun Ko dipped its head as Artante bowed, saying, “Recorder Codrin Bălan, representative Sarah Genet. Do you know where the scientists are?”</p>
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<p>“They’re probably down the hall,” Codrin said, returning the bow. “Every time they sneak off, they head for an alcove there and talk as much as they can.”</p>
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<p>“We are pleased-excited to witness mutual enjoyment,” Turun Ko said, voice bouncing between registers in amusement.</p>
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<p>“We are pleased-excited to witness mutual-shared enjoyment,” Turun Ko said, voice bouncing between registers in amusement.</p>
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<p>The fourthracer laughed. “I am not surprised. Will you join us in finding them?”</p>
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<p>Codrin led them down the hall past their rest area. The hallway continued on past it, though it ended at a flat wall that ey supposed must be an exit when the place was not in use for a convergence. To the side, though, there was an alcove, windows on the three walls looking out over a garden. It seemed perpetually sunny, and every time ey’d seen them there, the thirdracer had been sunning themself while they chatted.</p>
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<p>“<em>Nahi,</em> recorder Codrin Bălan,” Stolon said, then sat up straighter, bowing from a seated position to the other delegates. “<em>Rehas’ les.</em>“</p>
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<p>“Please?” Turun Ko said. “We will speak at synchronized skew.”</p>
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<p>Ey frowned, relaxing against the sensation and feeling eir control over time diminish. After a moment of looking uncomfortable, both Sarah and Tycho nodded as well.</p>
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<p>There was a brief lurch as time skewed quickly up to two point five, moving far more quickly and with more surety than eir experiments up to that point.</p>
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<p>“Thank you, recorder Codrin Bălan, representative Sarah Genet, scientist Tycho Brahe.” The firstracer shifted back, settling onto its haunches and tail and clasping its hands together over its front, which appeared to be the default resting state for its race.</p>
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<p>“How do you feel the talks are going?” Artante asked.</p>
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<p>“Thank you, recorder Codrin Bălan, representative Sarah Genet, scientist Tycho Brahe.” The firstracer eased back, settling onto its haunches and tail and clasping its hands together over its front, which appeared to be the default resting state for its race.</p>
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<p>“How do you feel the convergence is going?” Artante asked.</p>
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<p>Tycho picked at a corner of the stone sill, shrugging. “Well enough, I suppose. I’m feeling really in over my head.”</p>
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<p>Stolon tilted their head far to the side. “In over…?”</p>
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<p>“<em>Nu…nukupot…kopotla…</em>” he stammered, hunting through the language he’d been trying to mainline over the last three days.</p>
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<p>“<em>Nu…nukupot…kopotla…</em>” he stammered. He had apparently held true to his promise to learn more of the language.</p>
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<p>“<em>Iha! Ka, ka, nukupotla,</em> not-knowing?”</p>
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<p>“Something like that. I don’t know what’s going on, and don’t have much to contribute. Not much knowledge to give, I mean, when we’re talking about social stuff.”</p>
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<p>“Rrr, <em>ka,</em> I also.” The thirdracer made what looked to be a frustrated gesture with one of their hands and then shifted to drape languidly over the edge of the windowsill, hands hanging nearly down to the ground and feet kicking lazily behind them in the alcove. It was a nearly childlike move that Codrin found incredibly endearing. Something more…well, not human, but perhaps personable in this otherwise impersonal conference.</p>
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<p>“<em>Irr, ka,</em> I also.” The thirdracer made a frustrated gesture with one of their hands and then shifted to drape languidly over the edge of the windowsill, hands hanging nearly down to the ground and feet kicking lazily behind them in the alcove. It was a nearly childlike move that Codrin found incredibly endearing. Something more…well, not human, but perhaps personable in this otherwise impersonal conference.</p>
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<p>“I went into academia because– sorry, into studying as one of the only things I do in my life because that seemed to be the only way I could just do what it was that I wanted,” Tycho said. “No commitments, no distractions. Just the stars and math.”</p>
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<p>Stolon stretched out long enough to grab a curly-edged leaf from one of the short bushes, picking at it between dull claws. “I also, <em>ka.</em> I am not…combination? Child? I am from before embedding. Before before, I also study. I study stars and inside planets. I also in over my head. I am knowing how convergence works, so I am here, but still I dream of stars.”</p>
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<p>“I was on my way into academia as well,” Codrin said, filing the thirdracer’s use of ‘child’ and ‘combination’ away for later. “But I guess my chosen interests align a bit more with politics than astronomy.”</p>
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<p>“<em>Anem.</em>“</p>
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<p>“And the beginning was first contact?”</p>
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<p>“<em>Anem.</em>“</p>
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<p>“I am studying convergence also. I learn your language, not so well, maybe.” Stolon chattered their teeth in something like amusement. “Also I learn path of convergence. Items on checklist, leader Turun Ka says. We have list of steps for convergence, and each of us…<em>jaruvi</em>…see? Notice…each of us notice what you say and what you do, and we complete checklist. I study this before.”</p>
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<p>“I am studying convergence also. I learn your language, not so well, maybe.” Stolon chattered their teeth in amusement. “Also I learn path of convergence. Items on checklist, leader Turun Ka says. We have list of steps for convergence, and each of us…<em>jaruvi</em>…see? Notice…each of us notice what you say and what you do, and we complete checklist. I study this before.”</p>
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<p>Ey frowned. Ey wanted nothing more than to write this down, to do as ey always had done and incorporate this into a story, but something about this meeting seemed to preclude that possibility. Something about it was meant only for this space.</p>
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<p>“I see,” ey said. “And that you have two endings implies that there is a goal, <em>anem?</em>“</p>
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<p>“<em>Anem.</em>” Turun Ko lifted its snout. “You will join-converge with us as fifthrace or you will not.”</p>
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<p>There was silence within that bubble of fast-time, and ey imagined that it was em and Sarah struggling to process this information while the two Artemisians waited patiently for the next step in the conversation — or perhaps the next item on the checklist.</p>
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<p>There was silence within that bubble of fast-time, and ey imagined that it was em, Tycho, and Sarah struggling to process this information while the two Artemisians waited patiently for the next step in the conversation — or perhaps the next item on the checklist.</p>
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<p>The pressure to ask the correct question weighing down eir shoulders, Codrin nonetheless stood up straighter. “Is there a correct ending?”</p>
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<p>A smile tugged at the corner of Artante’s mouth, leading to a sense of relief within em. Ey suspected that em asking that very question might have been an item on their list.</p>
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<p>“<em>Unot.</em> The endings share equality-correctness.”</p>
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<p>Artante nodded. “And the other, seeing that, might feel enough unease that the decision would become mutual, even if it had not started that way.”</p>
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<p>“Are we on the path towards becoming fifthrace, then?” ey asked.</p>
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<p>After a pause, Turun Ko said, “The list does not work-function in this way, recorder Codrin Bălan. The decision-inflection-point is preceded by a cloud-tree-collection-net-pile-table-graph of interconnected actions-items-steps.”</p>
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<p>It took em a few frowning seconds to plow through the litany of synonyms to reach the heart of the statement. “To be clear, there are a bunch of steps leading up to this decision point?”</p>
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<p>It took em a few seconds to plow through the litany of synonyms to reach the heart of the statement. “To be clear, there are a bunch of steps leading up to this decision point?”</p>
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<p>“<em>Anem.</em>“</p>
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<p>“Can you tell us what they are?”</p>
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<p>“<em>Nu.</em> We cannot.”</p>
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<p>At this Artante laughed. “You learn quickly, recorder Codrin Bălan.”</p>
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<p>Ey smiled, shrugged. “It’s my job to pay attention.”</p>
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<p>Stolon bobbed their head. “<em>Anem,</em> recorder Codrin Bălan. We find patterns and say ‘yes yes’ or ‘no no’ and do next thing. You hear, “this is not time to have that conversation.” We say because we use checklist.”</p>
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<p>“You can just call me Codrin, by the way.”</p>
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<p>“Alright. You can just call me Codrin, by the way.”</p>
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<p>“And you can just call me Sarah.”</p>
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<p>“Tycho.”</p>
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<p>“<em>Ka, ka,</em> can call Stolon also.”</p>
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<p>“<em>Aët.</em> Thank you Codrin. We will continue to use full names during the talks, but you may call me Artante outside of them.”</p>
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<p>“I will remain-always-be Turun Ko.”</p>
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<p>There was another moment’s silence as Codrin and Sarah processed and the Artemisians waited.</p>
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<p>There was another moment’s silence as they processed and the Artemisians waited. Tycho and Stolon drifted back into quiet conversation.</p>
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<p>There was so much to take in here, but on further examination, it all made quite a bit of sense. The Artemisians had prepared for this event as thoroughly as had the Odists and Jonases. Of course there would be things that would happen — or at least could be reasonably expected to happen — throughout the convergence. The Artemisians simply had a head start in that they had history to lean on: they’d been through at least three convergences prior to this one.</p>
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<p>“I don’t imagine there was anything like what happened with Answers Will Not Help in your steps,” ey said, finally.</p>
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<p>“<em>Nu.</em> There are analogous-similar topics. Psychosis and time-sickness have been seen-observed in the past. This is why quitting-exiting-death are prevented-illegal in the conference and rest areas. That representative Answers Will Not Help quit-exited-died is upsetting-distressing-concerning. Representative Iska has undertaken the task of exploring-examining the event.”</p>
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<p><em>Sounds like a no, then,</em> Codrin thought, working to maintain a neutral expression. For all their talk about staying away from manipulation and subtlety, there sure seemed to be plenty going. It was as Tycho said: they seemed to be working on some higher level, less comprehensible to em as a mere mortal. Ey supposed five thousand years of flying around through space would change how one engages with the world no matter what.</p>
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<p>“And how about you two?” ey said.</p>
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<p>Turun Ko tilted its head far to the side. “<em>Lubaenåtam?</em>“</p>
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<p>“Do you two have steps of your own?”</p>
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<p>“Do you two have steps of your own? Desired outcomes?”</p>
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<p>“You ask an interesting question,” Artante said, sounding thoughtful. “I want what’s best, and with each passing conversation between delegations, the meaning of ‘what’s best’ shifts. I’m sorry that I can’t put it more clearly than that, though I can assure you that I consider us to be together in this: what’s best for the Artemisians will also be what’s best for you.”</p>
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<p>“And you, Turun Ko?”</p>
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<p>It straightened up, joints and synthetic flesh shifting smoothly in a well-articulated dance, as though it was running through some internal checklist to straighten and correct its posture. “I want-desire stories. There is no combination of steps-items on our list that will not result-in-lead-to stories, so I will not be disappointed. I have received-learned many already, and I am content-happy-satisfied-fulfilled and will remain-continue-to-be so even if you become-turn-into the most exceptionally-stupendously boring-droll numbskulls-sad-sacks-dipshits in the visible-observable universe.”</p>
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<p>It straightened up, joints and synthetic flesh shifting smoothly in a well-articulated dance, as though it was running through some internal checklist to correct its posture. “I want-desire stories. There is no combination of steps-items on our list that will not result-in-lead-to stories, so I will not be disappointed. I have received-learned many already, and I am content-happy-satisfied-fulfilled and will remain-continue-to-be so even if you become-turn-into the most exceptionally-stupendously boring-droll numbskulls-sad-sacks-dipshits in the visible-observable universe.”</p>
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<p>Codrin and Sarah both stared at the firstracer before laughing, joined by Artante. Even the fourthracer seemed taken aback by the sudden injection of humor.</p>
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<p>“I guess we have proven interesting, if nothing else,” Sarah said.</p>
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<p>“<em>Anem,</em>” Turun Ko confirmed, and the single word came out nearly a song.</p>
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<p>There was a moment’s silence. Comfortable. Warm. The six of them seemed content to bask and watch the shadows of leaves play on the wall. Ey was tired, ey realized. Dreadfully exhausted. The warmth of the sun, even standing up, seemed to be doing its best to lull em to sleep. Stolon also seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, stretching languidly, speaking lazily.</p>
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<p>“I am not worrying, though.” They poked a torn bit of the leaf into their mouth and chewed thoughtfully before spitting it out with a choking sound. “<em>Natarla…</em>“</p>
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<p>“I am not worrying.” They poked a torn bit of the leaf into their mouth and chewed thoughtfully before spitting it out with a choking sound. “<em>Natarla…</em>“</p>
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<p>Laughing, Tycho said, “Not so tasty?”</p>
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<p>“<em>Nu, nu,</em>” Stolon said, chattering their teeth again.</p>
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<p>Codrin shook emself to wakefulness, rubbing at eir face with a hand. “Why aren’t you worried?”</p>
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Madison Scott-Clary