' Tel'memories are n'fond, leha sen are changing Tel'meaning Ath arlathan.' It was an evocative line, like a piece of poetry plucked straight from a falling star. Would it prove as fleeting? Katriel eyed the other woman thoughtfully, wondering at her origin, at her background, that her outlook could remain so optimistic. She had trouble picturing the stranger trapped in one of Ghilan'nain's laboratories, to be so cheerful now. Katriel felt old and jaded by comparison - and then wanted to laugh at herself. She was old and jaded, even if her body would never faithfully reflect her age.
"Ina'lan'ehn sil. Ar las ma ama ra." The other's shrug spoke volumes more than her actual answer, and Katriel repeated the other woman with a somewhat incredulous air. "Arla?" She straightened, looking around - and then shook her own head ruefully. No, this place was not her home. Still, she had no desire to belittle the other woman's joy. Life offered so little of it. "Ar itha."
A pause. "Ir abelas. Ar tel'din av’ahna. Ahn mar melin?"
"Ina'lan'ehn sil. Ar las ma ama ra." The other's shrug spoke volumes more than her actual answer, and Katriel repeated the other woman with a somewhat incredulous air. "Arla?" She straightened, looking around - and then shook her own head ruefully. No, this place was not her home. Still, she had no desire to belittle the other woman's joy. Life offered so little of it. "Ar itha."
A pause. "Ir abelas. Ar tel'din av’ahna. Ahn mar melin?"
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