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<p>&ldquo;I guess you are.&rdquo;</p>
<p>It giggled, a raucous sound, like so many güiros and zippers dancing together. &ldquo;Yes and yes. But! How&rsquo;re you, Fourthmonth?&rdquo; It skipped toward her — quite gracefully, too, for a moth who could barely see — free hand reaching out to brush long her shoulder as it circled around her. &ldquo;Are you well? Are you safe? Are you warm? Do your thoughts all point in the same direction? Are your emotions like ducks: all in a row?&rdquo;</p>
<p>She laughed along with it. It was hard not to get caught up in its energy. &ldquo;All of those things and more, my dear. I am doing well. Fresh off a date, which helps. What has you in a mood?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;News news news!&rdquo; it cried, skipping back towards the bar. It swung its hand out and, as soon as its fingers caught the back of its stool, lurched to a stop, expertly keeping the glass from spilling a drop of its precious pink drink. &ldquo;News arrives from Lagrange and I am more moth per moth than I&rsquo;ve been in days– nay, weeks!</p>
<p>&ldquo;News news news!&rdquo; it cried, skipping back towards the bar. It swung its hand out and, as soon as its fingers caught the back of its stool, lurched to a stop, expertly keeping the glass from spilling a drop of its precious pink drink. &ldquo;News arrives from Lagrange and I am more moth per moth than I&rsquo;ve been in days– nay, weeks!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I heard there was news, but not precisely what,&rdquo; she said, following more sedately and plopping down on the stool beside it. &ldquo;Please tell me you actually know what this news is.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes, yes, perhaps&hellip;&rdquo; It mumbled to itself as it poked through the various sheets of paper before it, eyes mere inches from each. After a few seconds, it jabbed a finger down onto one sheet in particular. It pinched the paper up and handed it over with a flourish. &ldquo;Thus.&rdquo;</p>
<p>April accepted the paper and turned it around. The printing was quite oversized, given the moth&rsquo;s poor vision, so she had to nudge it a few times with a fingertip to let it all fit on the page without having to swipe.</p>