Chapter 3
ok guys i admit it i messed up a little this time but NOT ABOUT THE KILNS. if i see another comment abt how the gravity on melskin is too high for there to be ceramic kilns im going to scream. literally read the wikipedia for 'hoffman kiln' (I did!) and at NO POINT does it say the gravity cant be too high for the kiln to work. Melskinites have been firing ceramics for millenia, cope, seethe, cry, piss etc. about it
but yeah the way i worded the ending of the last chapter needs to be massaged
"Did you just say 'South'? Like the word in English?" asked Bar in Melskinite, the language they had all been speaking for the entirety of the conversation.
"What's 'English'?"
"The language of the flyers."
"Who are the flyers?"
"You might know them as 'the handlers'," Don butted in.
"I don't know what you're talking about", replied Lickergisper. "South is what we call our city."
"There is no city called South," insisted Don.
"Well – I don't know what to tell you."
"Where is South?" asked Bar. "Can you show us on a map?" He gestured to the map of Melskin above the galley oven, which worked very well even so close to the Rim, because that's how ovens work you little shits.
Lickergisper was puzzled. "Where's your other half?"
Bar thought about this for a moment.
"I have never been in love," he finally replied.
Lickergisper curled his jaws in confusion. "The other half of the map!"
Now it was Don's turn to curl his jaws. Lickergisper stretched a front leg out towards the map, right along the 62nd degree of the main axis, a few miles from the Rim. He knows where we are thought Bar. Lick swept the leg towards the rim, and off the page.
"I'm from there – from on the other side – from where you need the second map."
sorry for the short chapter i get really stressed out thinking of dialogue tags ok? okie lmk if u r enjoying ill post chap 4 soo