Thirty-Two

[raven_daughter]

[Two choices with her - either A, the phone...]

I have a question, for those who have been here longer than I, or who may just have knowledge on this sort of thing.

Do we age here? Will we age here? Will our bodies continue to grow, and shall the children become adults? Or will they keep us in a singular stage forever?

[Or B, the school playground,

Comments

A

[pants_yourmove]

"Why wouldn't we age? Is that normal?"

[raven_daughter]

What's normal, in the land of Mayfield?

[pants_yourmove]

"That's true. How long have you been here?"

[raven_daughter]

Over a year.

[pants_yourmove]

"Did you get older?

I'm not sure I'd notice in less than a couple of years."

[raven_daughter]

I can't tell. The days have begun to blend together... Sometimes I forget how long I've been here.

[pants_yourmove]

"Wow, okay. Going to buy a calendar and start recording things.

Did you celebrate your last birthday?"

[raven_daughter]

No. I didn't see the point.

[pants_yourmove]

"Maybe to forget how terrible this place is?"

[raven_daughter]

That's impossible.

[pants_yourmove]

"I'm sorry. Uh, I'm Aaron by the way."

[raven_daughter]

...

Rue.

[pants_yourmove]

"Nice to meet you Rue.

Any suggestions for a new comer?"

[raven_daughter]

...

Do whatever is told of you, no matter how ridiculous. Don't stand out. And don't drink the milk.

[pants_yourmove]

"Oh. The first part I think I can do. I will try on the don't stand out part.

Is the milk sour?"

[raven_daughter]

No, it can kill you.