[The Creator draws closer, stops, listens, expression increasingly perturbed as the low noise ticks from Calla’s shell. He opens his mouth as if to say something and then—
Two familiar voices cause Calla to look up. For a moment, he’s too shocked by the reappearance of the two Creators from the Gardens to even process what they’re saying. Their words don’t make sense given the context anyway—or rather, their tone doesn’t. He’s somewhere where he doesn’t belong, he had wandered off but there’s no anger or even much surprise in their voices.
...The lie is implicit and that much easier to accommodate.]
Apologies, Creators. [He turns to the man scrutinizing him now and ducks his head in a mute apology to him as well before stepping towards the pair. The man’s expression remains disapproving as he looks from the program to his apparent handlers.
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Two familiar voices cause Calla to look up. For a moment, he’s too shocked by the reappearance of the two Creators from the Gardens to even process what they’re saying. Their words don’t make sense given the context anyway—or rather, their tone doesn’t. He’s somewhere where he doesn’t belong, he had wandered off but there’s no anger or even much surprise in their voices.
...The lie is implicit and that much easier to accommodate.]
Apologies, Creators. [He turns to the man scrutinizing him now and ducks his head in a mute apology to him as well before stepping towards the pair. The man’s expression remains disapproving as he looks from the program to his apparent handlers.
“This one is yours?” he asks.]