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Arya was watching the sky, but not because she was trying to spot the space station she'd been told was up there. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea, no matter that she'd had space and the idea of travel in it explained to her years ago, she still ended up picturing it like a black sea with a kind of raft in it. Made of metal, she supposed.
Still, she wouldn't have minded a poke around, even just to get it straight in her head what it actually was, what something in space felt like, but with no reason to be there beyond simple curiosity, she couldn't manage it. Maybe she'd work something out eventually, but for now, she was staying where she was.
Instead, she was watching the sky because she was hunting. Tuesday and Friday's cardio classes had left her sore all over, muscles aching in the way she delighted in, because she knew it meant they were improving, but running around still seemed like pushing it -- she had to recover, after all -- so she was letting Colette do all the work.
Most of it, anyway. She watched the gyrfalcon wheel and strike, taking the pheasant out of the air as it took wing from a tree next to the beach. She wondered if a space station could look as artful as that. Of course, now she had to trek all the way over there and trade some food for the kill and get Colette back on the glove.
Well, jogging over there wasn't much, in the scheme of things.
Still, she wouldn't have minded a poke around, even just to get it straight in her head what it actually was, what something in space felt like, but with no reason to be there beyond simple curiosity, she couldn't manage it. Maybe she'd work something out eventually, but for now, she was staying where she was.
Instead, she was watching the sky because she was hunting. Tuesday and Friday's cardio classes had left her sore all over, muscles aching in the way she delighted in, because she knew it meant they were improving, but running around still seemed like pushing it -- she had to recover, after all -- so she was letting Colette do all the work.
Most of it, anyway. She watched the gyrfalcon wheel and strike, taking the pheasant out of the air as it took wing from a tree next to the beach. She wondered if a space station could look as artful as that. Of course, now she had to trek all the way over there and trade some food for the kill and get Colette back on the glove.
Well, jogging over there wasn't much, in the scheme of things.