He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"No other siblings?"
"Did your parents get divorced or are they poor or - sorry, that's a personal question," says Cadra.
Snort. "Parents not divorced, not poor. Want children. Have children, Illia and Odette. Don't want other children."
"- oh!" says Cadra. "I bet it's like in - I forget the title - there's a book where -"
"Cadra," says the senator.
"It's relevant! There was a book where the aliens in it wanted children but they didn't want babies in particular, just children."
"Yes. In spring. One year olds are pretty close, that's why eight is a number people might stop at, you space them -"
"It's a season?" says Cadra.
"- Amentans can only conceive children in the spring," clarifies the senator.
"That sounds distracting," says Cadra. "Well, I guess you don't spring like we do but still."
"Some of the later conceived babies of this year will be born soon but most of them are born in late spring."
"Your days might be different too -"
Cadra takes her pocket everything and finds a clock and establishes the lengths of days and years.