27 Apr 2018, 03:44
Out of Reach
How is life without magic? She couldn't even imagine life with it. Well, maybe she could, just a little, but not... really.
"Well," she began thoughtfully, "Getting around-- we have cars and airplanes, for longer distances. Cars... I guess they're like single train compartments that a driver can control speed and direction with. Airplanes are like trains, except, well, they fly. It can be unpleasant when you ride on them, but they aren't so bad once you get used to them, and they do go very fast." She scratched her head. What else might there be?
"We don't have magic, so we make do with electricity and craft things to make them work well. Like... there's a telephone, that we use instead of owls. Every telephone has a number, and you can enter a number of a different telephone into your own and call it, and if the other person answers, they can hear whatever you say into your own telephone. That's how we often communicate over distance." There wasn't much else, really, was there...
"I wonder if it'll be different when I go back to Oxford for the summer," she sighed, imagining the possibilities. Would Parker use magic around her more? Maybe she'd experience more of it. Maybe he'd teach her more about it, too, as long as she was interested, which, as any sane person would be, she obviously was.
Noticing the paper in Rhea's hand, she tilted her head, black-and-teal locks sliding across her face before she brushed them back behind her ear.
"Whatcha reading, by the way?" she asked, wondering if the question might be rude, too personal. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious," Cel added. Rhea had done the same courtesy for her earlier; she felt that she might return the favor.
"Well," she began thoughtfully, "Getting around-- we have cars and airplanes, for longer distances. Cars... I guess they're like single train compartments that a driver can control speed and direction with. Airplanes are like trains, except, well, they fly. It can be unpleasant when you ride on them, but they aren't so bad once you get used to them, and they do go very fast." She scratched her head. What else might there be?
"We don't have magic, so we make do with electricity and craft things to make them work well. Like... there's a telephone, that we use instead of owls. Every telephone has a number, and you can enter a number of a different telephone into your own and call it, and if the other person answers, they can hear whatever you say into your own telephone. That's how we often communicate over distance." There wasn't much else, really, was there...
"I wonder if it'll be different when I go back to Oxford for the summer," she sighed, imagining the possibilities. Would Parker use magic around her more? Maybe she'd experience more of it. Maybe he'd teach her more about it, too, as long as she was interested, which, as any sane person would be, she obviously was.
Noticing the paper in Rhea's hand, she tilted her head, black-and-teal locks sliding across her face before she brushed them back behind her ear.
"Whatcha reading, by the way?" she asked, wondering if the question might be rude, too personal. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious," Cel added. Rhea had done the same courtesy for her earlier; she felt that she might return the favor.