[ The rules are millennia old. Those words swirl about in her mind for a few seconds before she fully grasps their meaning, recalling what she knows about the history of the game that has become a sort of pillar in her life. Thought to be created in the 600s, with the version she knows coming about in 1400s. So for the rules to be that old for him...
They're from very different times indeed. ]
(I was playing with a friend, but he won't mind if we start a new game.)
[ Moving to the armchair opposite his, she lowers herself into it, pulling her legs up into the chair and curling up a bit like a cat might before leaning forward and returning the pieces to their proper places. ]
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They're from very different times indeed. ]
( I was playing with a friend, but he won't mind if we start a new game. )
[ Moving to the armchair opposite his, she lowers herself into it, pulling her legs up into the chair and curling up a bit like a cat might before leaning forward and returning the pieces to their proper places. ]