girl out of time

16) lier

"Underwear" the incredulous words left my moth before I repeated them. we all looked at the unconventional item of under clothing.

Though The pink tint was still in her cheeks, she seemed unashamed of the item on display.

"Ye it's called a bra. it goes round your chest." she traced a line under her chest with her index finder. "and it holds you... up." She demonstrated this with her hands. i cleared my throat. catching myself eyes following her hands.

She seemed to find my discomfort amusing as she opened her moth to say something more.

But my father cut her off once more.

"That is quite enough of such vulgar language." She shrugged once more. "you asked."

We went through the rest of her bag in this fashion. tho I thought improper to go through a woman's positions, my curiosity was enough to stop me voicing my opinion.

She'd sit and explain unfamiliar items as that were pulled out. Some explanations were simple like printed tunics and items of dried and preserved food it a sort of see thorough wrappings, while others were more simple but more absurd like fishnet shirts and eyeliner and high heels. This foot were was most absurd and looked impossible to walk in, she ashore us she cold and I'm willing to take her word for it. the shoos were a leather green, the dangerously thin heel a good four inches. it was held to her foot by a strap across the toe and a multitude of ribbons that I presumed she tied her foot to it with. Other objects were harder to explain and what of the explanation a could understand, was rather absurd.

far we had seen most of her clothes and one outrageously short red dress that she claimed wasn't hers, a thin fold out Peace of metal that she called a mobile phone that she claimed cold contact people at a long distance. I don't have any idea haw. she mentioned something about signal and battery whatever that is like it made seance. she also said that it was an old modal from 2013... but that's impossible!

she had a multitude of strange contraptions that did a multitude of different things. she had a walking talkie, a lap top, an iron for circling and a blade for removing leg and arm hair. but the thing that intrigued me about these items were a thing she called a camera of canon. she pointed one side of it at us and presses a trigger on the top. blinding flash came from the small box, blinding my father, my sister and I. After fiddling with the side facing her she gingerly approached us. much to the distaste of everyone in the room. Some made move mental to gab her if she got to close.

She span the box in her hand so the other side was facing us. much to all of are surprise and my curiosity on her side was a small window in the window was a small painting, lit up by whatever fae-magic it contained. the painting was like nothing I've ever seen. we all involuntary all lent foreword to get a better look as the confused replica of ourselves looking back.

"What have you done? What is this sorcery?" My father said angrily. she withdrew the Little box out of harms way

She looked surprised at his reaction.

"I haven't done anything.It's a camera, it takes picture's and its not sorcery it's technology..... ah a picture is like a painting but better."

My father gave her a long distrusting look but didn't comment.

The next recognizable thing out of her bag was a lode of scrolls and books. but on closer inspection we fond that they were all written in some strange language that had no resemblance to English what so ever.

"What is this?"

"Uuu. a book."

"No what is this in the book?"