[The camera pans over a tabletop set up with several seeds. Each have been carefully organized and labeled in Yorda's strange little runes with delightfully poorly written misspellings under them ( Read more... )

Alsa tak ni sokas mahare, darin sel de mio noha seledis ( Read more... )

Hel likt nas mia nadahil si kol hadani kamasi...So many... of all kind ( Read more... )

[All you see is part of the greenhouse and Yorda's lower half, seated with her feet sole-to-sole and her toes locked between them like one would fold their fingers. One finger traces the comm and she seems thoughtful though you can't see her face ( Read more... )

Ikanas hil da na kin madasa inda no min. Fu-an sil kas nada, ilmanta kana ilsa sol dan ne mata lis ( Read more... )

One live.

One.

Sick. But it live. I am need water. Many much water. Help also, to make soil outside greenhouse good again. When snow come, I trick plants to winter sleep so are not die. But need help to get all food that is grow.

This is important soldier order! Many thing must be do or you eat food from box and not good food!

[The comm clicks on. Yorda's just been zapped and when she speaks, it's very quiet. She's been in the greenhouse working her tail off for the growing season, mourning her dead bug and hiding from any visitors.]Five dead. One dying. Eight not dead ( Read more... )

[A zap startles Yorda and the comm drops. The soft white light she gives off vaguely illuminates the rubble of what's left of Latimer's fifth floor. She picks up the comm, studying it with a rather puzzled expression.]

...Speak. Should speak, anhui...

...

Am not want to speak though. Want to look.

[And she closes the comm, the transmission ( Read more... )

[The comm drops into a patch of soil from Yorda's back pocket and lands in the small fig tree Neferti gave to the greenhouse a while back. Yorda is climbing up the branches of the apple tree with deliberate care, occasionally slipping but quick enough to catch herself when she does. When she's satisfied with where she is, she settles on the branch ( Read more... )

From life to death, so thing die.

From death come life, and so thing live.

Thank you, Prydain. For fix what you do wrong.

Shintas madri serin dalas ne min sol kas nadri, me sotac sil das.

Sohansas terin...

...Strange. Red fire...