She decided first to leave the place
as soon as possible, backing out as fast as she could without tripping over any of the wires.
Well? asked the lymantri who was waiting outside the door. He was stooped over a bit, and his hands fiddled with the tines of his arms, releasing a tinny, whining noise which Boula recognized as lymantri apprehension.
"I don't know," Boula said, just as uneasy. "I have no idea."
His rent is paid out until the end of this hue, the lymantri said, but after then, I will have to remove his things.
He must be nervous; she'd never met a lymantri so wordy. The words shuddered thin and shivery across his wings, outlined only briefly in the natural cracks of color on them; it was like trying to find words on the veins of a leaf.
"Are you going to have the light fixed?" she asked.
Of course, of course. But as I said, after the end of this hue...
Boula tried unsuccessfully to remember the current date, then pried her planner from her back and consulted it. There would be three flickers of day and night before the hue ended. She gave the room another glance and then came to decisions.
"I'll take his things for safe keeping," she told the landlord, "if that's all right." She didn't want him to lose anything important, in the event of his not returning, and she also didn't want his things to be tossed out and devoured if they could mean something later. The lymantri nodded.
It is approved of, he declared, and left. Trust it to lymantri to trust their adem over all else. That Boula had been previously granted invitation to this apartment, that she had been trusted by the security, meant to the lymantri that she was pretty much trusted to do anything else with Seph's things.
Though, Boula thought uneasily, if someone were the cause of Seph breaking away, surely there's a likelihood that Seph also trusted this person beyond his front door...
It occurred to her that, despite the fact that she thought of Seph as her best friend, she didn't really know that much about him, namely, the identities of his other close friends, or anything about the High Anthem culture that he had come from. She was gripped abruptly with a sorrow and fear so strong that her vision started to blur.
Stop it, she told herself, he's fine, I'm sure he's fine, he's from High Anthem, he's bunches older than you, he knows how to take care of himself, he definitely isn't dead somewhere, he's — perfectly fine —
Well? asked the lymantri who was waiting outside the door. He was stooped over a bit, and his hands fiddled with the tines of his arms, releasing a tinny, whining noise which Boula recognized as lymantri apprehension.
"I don't know," Boula said, just as uneasy. "I have no idea."
His rent is paid out until the end of this hue, the lymantri said, but after then, I will have to remove his things.
He must be nervous; she'd never met a lymantri so wordy. The words shuddered thin and shivery across his wings, outlined only briefly in the natural cracks of color on them; it was like trying to find words on the veins of a leaf.
"Are you going to have the light fixed?" she asked.
Of course, of course. But as I said, after the end of this hue...
Boula tried unsuccessfully to remember the current date, then pried her planner from her back and consulted it. There would be three flickers of day and night before the hue ended. She gave the room another glance and then came to decisions.
"I'll take his things for safe keeping," she told the landlord, "if that's all right." She didn't want him to lose anything important, in the event of his not returning, and she also didn't want his things to be tossed out and devoured if they could mean something later. The lymantri nodded.
It is approved of, he declared, and left. Trust it to lymantri to trust their adem over all else. That Boula had been previously granted invitation to this apartment, that she had been trusted by the security, meant to the lymantri that she was pretty much trusted to do anything else with Seph's things.
Though, Boula thought uneasily, if someone were the cause of Seph breaking away, surely there's a likelihood that Seph also trusted this person beyond his front door...
It occurred to her that, despite the fact that she thought of Seph as her best friend, she didn't really know that much about him, namely, the identities of his other close friends, or anything about the High Anthem culture that he had come from. She was gripped abruptly with a sorrow and fear so strong that her vision started to blur.
Stop it, she told herself, he's fine, I'm sure he's fine, he's from High Anthem, he's bunches older than you, he knows how to take care of himself, he definitely isn't dead somewhere, he's — perfectly fine —
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