A hammock-- [ She stops, trying to figure this out in her head before trying to gesture with her hands: two wings, placing her thumbs together and spreading her fingers out, swinging her hands slowly from side to side. ] It looks like a bird with its wings spread out.
[ Right?
She has a thought that perhaps the birds he knows as different. Nothing like eagles that soar slowly through sky without flapping their wings much at all, just swinging through the sky like she pictures hammocks would, buoyed by the winds. ]
The question is: do the monkeys know they sometimes seem like people? Do we know if we sometimes look like butterflies?
[ Or maybe it's because the amount of hammocks he's seen in life are so little. But it's not as interesting as her next line of thinking. Except, he can't follow it quite so seriously, a light laugh slipping into his upcoming words, the humour staying throughout. ]
I don't know, is it hard to tell? Doesn't a butterfly have wings? [ So why wouldn't you notice? Still his mouth pinch into his cheeks, but this time much more pleasantly. ] If a monkey's anything like a mankey, you wouldn't miss them turning into a person.
[ Shuyi laughs at his comment about the hammocks. Sometimes she's lulled into thinking that they have all come from the same world, judging from the many similarities they can find between them and helped with the translators that make communicating to easy. And then suddenly she remembers that there are other worlds out there. Strange places with hammocks that don't look at all like the ones she knows. ]
I think one sees what one wishes to see, at times. [ She corrects herself: ] Most times.
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[ Right?
She has a thought that perhaps the birds he knows as different. Nothing like eagles that soar slowly through sky without flapping their wings much at all, just swinging through the sky like she pictures hammocks would, buoyed by the winds. ]
The question is: do the monkeys know they sometimes seem like people? Do we know if we sometimes look like butterflies?
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Hmm... I think our hammocks look different...
[ Or maybe it's because the amount of hammocks he's seen in life are so little. But it's not as interesting as her next line of thinking. Except, he can't follow it quite so seriously, a light laugh slipping into his upcoming words, the humour staying throughout. ]
I don't know, is it hard to tell? Doesn't a butterfly have wings? [ So why wouldn't you notice? Still his mouth pinch into his cheeks, but this time much more pleasantly. ] If a monkey's anything like a mankey, you wouldn't miss them turning into a person.
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I think one sees what one wishes to see, at times. [ She corrects herself: ] Most times.