Re: Out on the Porch (Part II)
A flicker of confusion passed Max's eyes as Cinder set the sweet drink down before her. It took a great deal of will not to reach for it. But she didn't understand, and as she raised her eyes in inquiry he started talking about time. She didn't really understand that either but caught the watch and was trying to figure if it worked the same way as her world.
The confusion was no longer a flicker, it had spread solidly to her eyes at the watch and completely took over with Hagrath's words. She'd been about to snap at him again, when he started on Mitchell... and then Mitchell...
She looked warily between the three. Was this some kind of game? Where the two still at the bet? But now there were three...And there had been no time when Hag or Cinder had been alone with Mitch without her, the third couldn't possibly... unless they were telepaths.
She looked at Hag, no. She was pretty sure there was no telepath there. She looked at Cinder. He was smart; he'd want to win. Maybe not as much as she liked to win, but he wouldn't intentionally make something harder for himself.
She gave a reassuring and, she hoped, calming pat to Hag's shoulder, and then handed the watch back to Cinder. My world we also have what you call ticks, beats. Like a heart. Numbers track time. 1 beat be a second, 60 beats a minute. 30 minutes, 1 unit. 48 units a day. 30 days a cycle. 12 cycles a year. She met his eyes questioning if that answered him. She wasn't sure she understood at all.