To Garnet, for giving me the best motivator ever; guilt! seriously guys, I'm sorry this took so long. i've been sick. Aw, enough with the self-pity! we want a story! Alright, Garnet, here you go! (Oh, and I've already written #6!)
Part 5
Trance was in her room, humming a song to herself. Her easel was erect, and she was painting a picture of the Andromeda in front of a red giant. She was in a good mood despite her monkey's cold. She had picked him up at one of the planets they had visited, and just had to have him! He was purple, like her, and fluffy all over. Kind of like…no, she wouldn't go there. That was another time on another planet. Now she had friends and family! Nothing could ruin her new life. Just when she had mixed the perfect color, her door opened. Trance whirled around to see Harper and Tyr walk into her room. What was it lately that had people intruding on her privacy?
Plastering a grin on her face Trance asked, "Hi guys, what's up?"
"Well, uh, you see, Trance," Harper started.
"We want answers," Tyr said softly. "We tried your disc, Adromeda's records, even Sheen, but you seem to be the only one who can help us."
Trance pointedly ignored the name he gave and rolled her eyes. "I can't tell you if I don't know what you want!"
"I think you know what we want," said Harper. "Trance baby, just who exactly is Sheen, and why did he say you had children?"
Trance froze. She knew they would ask, she just hadn't imagined them being so close to the truth. "What's wrong with children? I thought it was one of the things humans and Nietzscheans agreed on."
"Trance, just how old are you?"
"Well," she said, "you judge age in terms of years, correct? And a year is how long it takes your planet to rotate around its sun. If that were applied to me, I would be eight years old."
"Trance, quit trying to avoid us!" Harper said, tired of her game. "There have been regulated years for a while now. How old are you according to those?"
"You weren't specific enough, Harper. Anyway, age is irrelevant."
"Trance…"Tyr said warningly.
"Alright alright!" she sat down on the strangely warm grass and plucked a few blades. "I am twenty-three. And how old are you, Tyr Anasazi?"
"Twenty-eight," Tyr said without blinking. "That is not important. Was Sheen truthful? Do you have two children?"
"Do you mean, have I given birth twice?"
The two men couldn't see how this mattered. "Children are children, Trance!" Harper said.
"Well then yes. I have two children."
"For once Trance, can't you give us a full answer? No more three word sentences. We want to know what happened!"
Trance's eyes turned cold. "Do you really? And if you do, what does it matter? I'm sure Dylan and Beka have things about them that you don't know, but you're not asking them! Why should I answer?"
Tyr leaned in very low and said, "Because we. are asking. you."
Trance sighed, frowned, and began her explanation.
Part 5
Trance was in her room, humming a song to herself. Her easel was erect, and she was painting a picture of the Andromeda in front of a red giant. She was in a good mood despite her monkey's cold. She had picked him up at one of the planets they had visited, and just had to have him! He was purple, like her, and fluffy all over. Kind of like…no, she wouldn't go there. That was another time on another planet. Now she had friends and family! Nothing could ruin her new life. Just when she had mixed the perfect color, her door opened. Trance whirled around to see Harper and Tyr walk into her room. What was it lately that had people intruding on her privacy?
Plastering a grin on her face Trance asked, "Hi guys, what's up?"
"Well, uh, you see, Trance," Harper started.
"We want answers," Tyr said softly. "We tried your disc, Adromeda's records, even Sheen, but you seem to be the only one who can help us."
Trance pointedly ignored the name he gave and rolled her eyes. "I can't tell you if I don't know what you want!"
"I think you know what we want," said Harper. "Trance baby, just who exactly is Sheen, and why did he say you had children?"
Trance froze. She knew they would ask, she just hadn't imagined them being so close to the truth. "What's wrong with children? I thought it was one of the things humans and Nietzscheans agreed on."
"Trance, just how old are you?"
"Well," she said, "you judge age in terms of years, correct? And a year is how long it takes your planet to rotate around its sun. If that were applied to me, I would be eight years old."
"Trance, quit trying to avoid us!" Harper said, tired of her game. "There have been regulated years for a while now. How old are you according to those?"
"You weren't specific enough, Harper. Anyway, age is irrelevant."
"Trance…"Tyr said warningly.
"Alright alright!" she sat down on the strangely warm grass and plucked a few blades. "I am twenty-three. And how old are you, Tyr Anasazi?"
"Twenty-eight," Tyr said without blinking. "That is not important. Was Sheen truthful? Do you have two children?"
"Do you mean, have I given birth twice?"
The two men couldn't see how this mattered. "Children are children, Trance!" Harper said.
"Well then yes. I have two children."
"For once Trance, can't you give us a full answer? No more three word sentences. We want to know what happened!"
Trance's eyes turned cold. "Do you really? And if you do, what does it matter? I'm sure Dylan and Beka have things about them that you don't know, but you're not asking them! Why should I answer?"
Tyr leaned in very low and said, "Because we. are asking. you."
Trance sighed, frowned, and began her explanation.