[ Bellamy has no real frame of reference for bath-toys. He plucks curiously at Gildor's mind, the visual coming loose for Bellamy to consider curiously. The Ark hadn't allowed for anything so frivolous. The little boats would have been good in the sauna on the airship, Bellamy thinks, but the consideration passes from his mind to make room for his recollection of the weavers. ]
They told me about their people, [ Bellamy answers. ] Mostly stories about weavers from their history.
[ It wasn't exactly the most riveting recitation, truth be told. Anyone else might have been bored. But this kind of storytelling is what Bellamy enjoys most. The history of a people, especially an alien people, was worth listening to while he'd struggled to mimic the fluid motion of the old weavers. ]
Is this place really like where you came from?
[ Bellamy hadn't thought of the possibility of finding a place similar to Earth. If none of them could return to their worlds, would they have to do their best to find something close to what they were missing among the stars? ]
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They told me about their people, [ Bellamy answers. ] Mostly stories about weavers from their history.
[ It wasn't exactly the most riveting recitation, truth be told. Anyone else might have been bored. But this kind of storytelling is what Bellamy enjoys most. The history of a people, especially an alien people, was worth listening to while he'd struggled to mimic the fluid motion of the old weavers. ]
Is this place really like where you came from?
[ Bellamy hadn't thought of the possibility of finding a place similar to Earth. If none of them could return to their worlds, would they have to do their best to find something close to what they were missing among the stars? ]