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It has now been <span class="mu-i">three months</span> since you were brought among the blondes, and you find yourself much more at home now. Friends with Brun and proficient at Blondespeak, you are allowed to go out as far as you like now. The temptation to return home is still there, but you find it harder and harder to think of a single reason to leave. You don't know if you'd be punished for desertion, for one, and two, what exactly do you have to go back to? An aging mother who passed her life-long debt to you? A civilian life in a tiny one room apartment on government welfare?
Brun invited you to drive to the next nearest town before you got a flat tire. With no reception out here anyways, and the season being perfect for it, you both decide to camp out under the stars instead.
<span class="mu-b">”Wow, look at the sky. I can actually see the galaxy.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Hmm? You've never seen it?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”In pictures online and in books, yeah, but never in person. Never with my own eyes. It's the light pollution.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”We never call it a galaxy. For us, it is a belt.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”A belt?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Yes. Our people knew first that the world was round. We thought it was very fat, so it had to wear a belt to stop from spilling out into the sky.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Pfft. What a silly superstition.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Silly?! Do you even know their names, Akule?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”The bright ones? That's Vetuck, and that's Nan.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”...You seem to miss the things right in front of your face- what's the name of the <span class="mu-i">Galaxy</span>?”</span>
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