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Esh didn't bother looking up from the table. "No." There was a hesitant silence behind her -- the sort that, she has learned, came before arguing. She ignored it, focused only on her work before her. It was a complicated task, made infinitely more difficult by the way each piece slid cleaning into the next -- as soon as a single section was altered, there was a chain reaction, and there seemed no way to contain the damage. Even there, in the corner she was working on, where the wires were muddled and twisted and out of place -- some frayed apart, others half formed and left to dangle uselessly -- there was no way to avoid the inevitable des

Esh didn't understand Olavo's amusement. "But Esh," was his argument, as they walked -- he paused then, as if he had lost his train of thought and needed to catch it again, or if he was suddenly unsure of his point. While her hands were clasped demurely in front of her, his punctured the air with frantic motions when he spoke, as they did now as he indicated the sky. "Why not ?" It was almost a let-down, considering the build up. "You're being childish," was her only response, although it was at least true. He grinned, unconcerned. "Are they yours, then ?" "No." That was a little annoying -- the accusation that her denial of his ownershi