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Ai-Ling figured out the radio and took directions from Oracle. That was weeks ago. She's been walking from Lawrence to the farm since then. It's not been an uneventful journey.
Some people may have been made tough by this world. For Ai-Ling, it's more like the months in this world have done what a year at the South Pole couldn't do; they've eroded away years of soft palace living to the hard sharp edge underneath; the girl that walks towards the farm now is less the ward of a king, and more the daughter of a terrorist and a soldier, and the granddaughter of a warrior and a thief.
She's in Earth clothes, and looks comfortable in them, high braid swinging against her back as she strides towards the farm, hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
So this is where her husband was last seen.
Some people may have been made tough by this world. For Ai-Ling, it's more like the months in this world have done what a year at the South Pole couldn't do; they've eroded away years of soft palace living to the hard sharp edge underneath; the girl that walks towards the farm now is less the ward of a king, and more the daughter of a terrorist and a soldier, and the granddaughter of a warrior and a thief.
She's in Earth clothes, and looks comfortable in them, high braid swinging against her back as she strides towards the farm, hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
So this is where her husband was last seen.