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Mary was painting. Her paint brush was held delicately in her hand. Mary always called the wanderer 'Tutela' (because she was). The Wanderer always seemed confused when she walked through the door because Mary would often shout it. Mary was drawing what Tutela called the Silverslow. As she talked, she described huts from long grasses and the silver streaks in the sky. Beside one canvas, sat another. As Tutela talked, Mary painted on the one with the streaks of silver. On the other canvas, while the Wanderer sat silent for a moment, Mary would paint the night sky she used to see every night from her old home. Tutela was usually quiet most of the time. In fact, long ago, Mary used to think she couldn't speak. It took a long time for Mary to learn how to listen and speak back.
Tutela fell silent. Looking up, Mary saw Tutela was staring at a picture of the surface of the moon she painted not to long ago. It showed a cratered, rough surface, and a small Earth. The moon landing had recently happened, and for the American residents (Mary was one) it was a cause for celebration in their own way.
What is that? Tutela asked
"It's the moon. Or what you may know it as, Luna."
You mean, that is what the Silverslow looks like for you?
"Sort of."
Mary turned the canvases.
Tutela gasped. She hopped of the coffee table she had been sitting on, and put one of her paws up to the canvas. Even though her paw ghosted right through it, the paint seemed to ripple slightly.
It looks almost exactly the same!
Tutela turned to the other, a made a noise of interest.
Pointing to the painting Tutela was looking at earlier she said."This was the view from the moon."
The moon?
She sat in front of the canvas with stars flecked all across it, and the moon was touching the trees.
You went up into the.. the stars?
Mary laughed.
"No, going into the stars isn't for me. Letting my mind be up there is fine, as long as my feet stay home."
Tutela cocked her head.
Italy has made you weird.
And they both laughed.
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Thinking of a new title soooon..
Fantasía(I don't know how to do this...) A Wanderer, after losing their Companion, is trying to find why the world is so unstable, how they are still alive, and what they need to do to get their friend back. Along with their new companion Fallout, they tra...
