Nothing like this. I believe, for the time, things were up to date, modern. [ she had anticipations that mankind would advance, but nothing explicitly clear. ] None of us would have imagined buildings like this. ...Well, that's perhaps presumptuous of me. I don't know of dreams, and an architect could have laid his head down and thought of things similar, couldn't he have? The buildings I saw were mostly constructed of wood, sometimes with stone, and doors with paper. To hear from your friend or family, you had to walk and walk, and then walk some more. Maybe you would be lucky enough to go on horse back. Or, you would write what you wanted to say, and give it to another person, who would deliver the message, and it wouldn't arrive for days or even weeks. Everything's different.
[ from her mind to his, she sends her voice. and the outside of her doesn't miss a beat or step. if she isn't practically skipping beside him, jostling his sleeve in tender play between her teeth, she's wagging her tail up to strangers they're passing. since they're communicating with thoughts, it won't seem unusual, no one else is hearing their conversation.
not everyone, but most, can't help smiling themselves, they seem inclined to crouch to her, to scruff her cheeks and ruffle her fur, or rub her ears. give polite hellos, or say nothing, but pass him a smile as if in some quiet assumption these two have been companions for a long time. people who talk to her use the voice reserved for dogs, baby-talk, cooing her, fawning over her sunny disposition and friendliness. they've no way to tell she has a cognizance far beyond the average dog or wolf. they can't help themselves, and she can't help soaking it up. her self-awareness aside, she's as susceptible as any other canine to this kind of attention.
her visits are brief. she's drawn to people, to meet them, to get to know them, but her purpose now is to walk with juno, and she always returns to his side, either to lead again, or to bump her nose into his palm in encouragement for them to keep going. ]
Have you seen such a place as this? What was it like where you came from?
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[ from her mind to his, she sends her voice. and the outside of her doesn't miss a beat or step. if she isn't practically skipping beside him, jostling his sleeve in tender play between her teeth, she's wagging her tail up to strangers they're passing. since they're communicating with thoughts, it won't seem unusual, no one else is hearing their conversation.
not everyone, but most, can't help smiling themselves, they seem inclined to crouch to her, to scruff her cheeks and ruffle her fur, or rub her ears. give polite hellos, or say nothing, but pass him a smile as if in some quiet assumption these two have been companions for a long time. people who talk to her use the voice reserved for dogs, baby-talk, cooing her, fawning over her sunny disposition and friendliness. they've no way to tell she has a cognizance far beyond the average dog or wolf. they can't help themselves, and she can't help soaking it up. her self-awareness aside, she's as susceptible as any other canine to this kind of attention.
her visits are brief. she's drawn to people, to meet them, to get to know them, but her purpose now is to walk with juno, and she always returns to his side, either to lead again, or to bump her nose into his palm in encouragement for them to keep going. ]
Have you seen such a place as this? What was it like where you came from?