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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:06 pm
"Setting up for the show?" she was a bit brain dead at that moment. It only took her a second to realize it, then she shook her head, "Oh....yes...of course."
She looked up at the darkening sky curiously, then back at Grete, "Well...I wasn't really expecting anything. Except for that. I knew that other worlds didn't keep the same clock but even so."
She furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, in an attempt to remember how to put her time into...terms Grete could understand.
"Let's see...first, if we don't work on a....24 second? No hour. 24 hour clock. It's more of a....80 hour clock I suppose," she stopped for a moment and muttered a few numbers, nodded, then continued, "We keep time by the sun's position normally, like your 12 would be our 'shadowless'. I have come across a few that use your time frame though. In which case, we keep track by the hour. 'It's 24 hour' or it's '56 hour'. So...saying it's '6' doesn't make any sense in my head..."
She stopped again, "Did that explanation make any sense in yours?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:16 pm
"Oh!," Grete replied, excited about hearing about the vastly different times. She had never heard of a place having eighty hours in a single day. Perhaps Grete had heard that wrong. Even so, she realized that she had to clarify the time that she had given.
"Well, it's 24 hours here. And it's about 6 o'clock. In the evening. Wow, that's really fascinating," Grete mused. She had understood what Silvaara explained, and wanted to hear more.
"So, is it complicated? Eighty hours, I mean."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:25 pm
[Silvaara still didn't get it, but Grete seemed done explaining. 24hour clock and it's six?
"So....that means it is 18 hours now." she noted.
Ha ha, eighty hours, fascinating? If she said so...
"Complicated?" Silvaara laughed softly, "No, not at all. Everything grows much more slowly, so it's pretty similar. That makes it so everything runs slower and eighty hours isn't as much time as it may seem. To us anyways."
She sighed and added, "But it's plenty of time to get into more trouble than ever necessary. It amazes me how you shorter-lived people can do it as well, and on a much faster time span. While you think that our time is fascinating, I was always interested in how your kind lived. From what I've read anyway."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:33 pm
'Your kind'? 'Shorted-lived'? This made Grete even more interested in exactly where Silvaara was from. She had seemed a little touchy on the subject before, so, Grete decided that she would come at the question from a different angle.
"Really? So, how old does that make you?" Grete smiled, thinking about everything that Silvaara had described about her home. It certainly didn't sound like any place that Grete had ever heard of before. She wondered whether or not she had met anyone from 'there' before.
"Well, I suppose we're just both used to it, you know? The different times. So, it seems odd comparing them, I guess." Smiling at Silvaara, she looked downward to the jar of light, and picked it up to look at it once more.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:50 am
Silvaara was, she had to admit, a lot more comfortable here than she had been in countless years. For once, there was no fighting, no cruel overlords, no famine, no little kids running around and screaming--either for food, shelter, fun, or for their dead parents. And Grete was a nice kid. Almost like Silvaara when she was younger...on the curious level anyway.
"How old does that make me? Hnn....older than you by a few...I would say at the very least, two hundred. You just stop counting after a while," she sighed, wondering when she had lost count. Then again, she really didn't have anything ever to celebrate about with the coming of another year. War, more war, peace, travel, famine. The cycle went on and on...
Silvaara glanced at Grete who was now staring at the jar again, "Ne? Not quite yet I don't believe. It will probably take a while, now that I think about it. While you're sleeping, I'll be wide-awake until I can get used to the smaller periods of time. Either that or I'll have a few days of showing up and a few days of having seemingly disappeared."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 10:45 am
Well, Grete instantly realized exactly why Silvaara had been talking about 'short-lived'. Two hundred. At least. Makes sense why she had called Grete a child.
"Huh," Was the best thing Grete could come up with to say in response. She found it interesting, no doubt, but considering, at best, Grete was one-eighth Silvaara's age, she was thrown. Plus, Silvaara couldn't remember how old she was! This was definitely odd to Grete, because she was always used to the tradition of celebrating birthdays, and getting gifts.
"That's a pain. Being up while everyone else is asleep. That's happened to me a few times, but it's nothing that I make a habit of," Grete smiled reassuringly, "But who know? With everyone at Cirque, maybe someone else will be up also."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:03 am
Silvaara smiled at Grete, "Not exactly what you were expecting? Or at least I judge so by the look on your face."
The Thrakena shrugged, laughing eerily so that it echo slightly, "Nah, nerahth. I doubt it, but from what I've heard from you, it is a possibility..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:16 am
Feeling guilty as Silvaara spoke about the look on her face, Grete blushed just slightly.
"Well, I don't know what I was expecting. You just don't seem that old, you know?" Grete explained. She was going to say 'look that old', but, given the fact that she was fairly certain that Silvaara was the first person from her world that Grete had ever met, she would have no idea how people of other ages looked. She figured it would be best if she didn't say 'look'.
Grete also had no idea what Silvaara was saying when she spoke a different language, but it didn't bother her. She was accustomed to it by this point in time. Nearly everyone at Cirque, it seemed, speaks another language.
"Definitely a possibility. You should just look around for different people."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:25 am
Silvaara laughed again, harder this time, "I don't seem that old, eh! Oh ho ho, that is rich!"
Trying to regain her composure, she smirked, "No, I don't suppose I do. But then again, as far as most species go, on my world I am pretty young. Most of the bipeds are, though the majority of intelligent quadrupeds live even longer."
She said the word quadruped bitterly, almost spat it out. Shaking her head, she added, "And if you, my dear, lived where I did and on the same time span, about the age you are now would be equivalent to at least a hundred, give or take ten years."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:37 am
"I see," Grete nodded. Being 100 years old was not something that Grete wanted to think about. However, if it was young where Silvaara came from...
Quickly coming back from her thoughts, she picked up on some tension between Silvaara and quadrupeds. Some sort of rivalry, perhaps? Grete didn't ask about it, however, seeing as Silvaara seemed jaded and bitter about it.
"It's always fun to know things about other people's homes. At least, I think it is," Grete smiled as she said this. She truly did enjoy finding out about these things, even though, to Grete, her home seemed very boring.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:50 am
"Do you now?" Silvaara said with interest, "I always have been a traveling type myself."
She sat back down next to the woman and sighed, "But sometimes, you do miss where you come from. Only sometimes."
Resting her head on her hand, Silvaara snorted.
"Nah. But....what's it like where you came from? Don't you ever miss it?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 10:22 pm
"No," Grete responded almost immediately. Then she smiled, rolled her eyes and sighed, "I mean, the place I come from isn't too terribly bad. Just...bad memories, I suppose. And my family lives there. I don't care for them too much."
Grete sat down in one of the chairs and adjusted her skirt. Then she leaned back, and sighed again.
"My family doesn't care for me all that much, either. They think I'm useless. My father's a bitter old a**. My mother's dead, and when she was alive, she thought I was a whore. My little sister is a spoiled brat who takes everything for granted; and my brother...," Grete closed her eyes for just a moment, and swallowed, "My brother and I were really close. Then I did something bad, and it put him in a bad position, and I haven't spoken to him since."
Eager to change to a different subject, Grete turned to Silvaara, and tried to think of something else to talk about. Realizing that she hadn't said anything about the place where she came, she figured she had better explain that. It changed the subject, anyway.
"That's a bit beside the point, though. So, where I lived. It's," she paused, trying to think of the best way to explain this, "A different plane of Earth. See, the places and locations are the same, but different things have happened. Different developments, different history, different people. Oh, and there are spirits. You know, ghosts. They're pretty common. Talking to them is an ability that is similar to...well, I don't know, talking to someone living, I suppose," Grete paused at this also, and her eyes drifted to the ground. She didn't linger, though, and she continued.
"Only some spirits come back, though. A lot stay behind. So, if you want to talk to someone that's dead, there's not a one hundred-percent chance that you'll be able to. I'm not quite sure why that is. It's just something that you don't question."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 2:30 pm
Silvaara raised an eyebrow, noting Grete's tone. Maybe she would question it later. Maybe not. If she did, she'd have to be careful. Grete obviously did not want her past just waltzed into.
Earth was a semi-familiar name though, having read about it once, a long time ago. It had seemed a nice place to visit, but she hadn't ever been certain of wanting to go there. Grete had said...similar but not the same. Yes, Silvaara found this interesting indeed, but pushed it our of her mind for now.
"My home had spirits too...except they weren't really the 'talking to' type," she eyed Grete skeptically, "And you've talked to them?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 7:21 pm
"Hmm? Well, yes. That's a given for anyone from where I come from," Grete was getting quite good at this lie, by now. After telling it so many times, lying about it one more was simply another drop in the bucket. Granted, Grete had been seeing and hearing things lately, so could that be...? Well, she had no time to think about it now.
"It draws quite a crowd here, honestly. So, that's a good thing," Grete said, a smile on her face and a voice filled with pride.
"Where your from has spirits, too? What's that like?" The way that Silvaara had said it intrigued Grete, and she was interested to know more about it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 2:02 am
"How exactly is it done?" Silvaara asked, blinking. If there was a process that could be quite useful...
"What's it like? Well...I myself have never had to deal with them. It's mostly...if they aren't 'sent' on their journey to the next stage, then it's inevitable that they become tools for the power-seekers...among others," Silvaara thought for a moment, then added, "That's where many get their professions. Unlike your world where everyone has it, on mine you are either born with it or it is bestowed upon you."
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