He had so many questions, about how she was talking without a voice, whether all her family was like that, why she felt so familiar. But Meira asked her question first, and X's grin grew wider. "This!" He held his yimo out, which was paused on a view of crashing ocean waves.
"It's called Tears of the Ocean Heart," he said excitedly. "It's a play, a -- a story, about two people who are in love and they're not supposed to be, because they're different races and the adults are being stupid. There's this Castian sailor, and a he meets a princess who isn't a Castian and she's beautiful, she's all aquamarine, but she had a husband chosen for her so she wasn't supposed to fall in love with anyone else --"
This child doesn't stop for breath. Nor has he pressed play to actually show Meira the production.
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He had so many questions, about how she was talking without a voice, whether all her family was like that, why she felt so familiar. But Meira asked her question first, and X's grin grew wider. "This!" He held his yimo out, which was paused on a view of crashing ocean waves.
"It's called Tears of the Ocean Heart," he said excitedly. "It's a play, a -- a story, about two people who are in love and they're not supposed to be, because they're different races and the adults are being stupid. There's this Castian sailor, and a he meets a princess who isn't a Castian and she's beautiful, she's all aquamarine, but she had a husband chosen for her so she wasn't supposed to fall in love with anyone else --"
This child doesn't stop for breath. Nor has he pressed play to actually show Meira the production.