"For paranoid bastards, too. So I had two things workin' against me."
Though his paranoia has ebbed significantly in nearly six months of being here, five plus anyway, and that's concerning.
But it occurs to him, then, to reach into his pocket and pull something out, wrapped in a brightly colored handkerchief. "Look, it ain't much, but I owe you somethin' nice. And personal." Inside the handkerchief he hands him? A black cord fitted around a metallic pendant. Gold in color, but not gold in feel.
"We call it yaka-" though when he says it, it sounds very guttural. "-It's 'the livin' metal'. It listens. If you hold it when you speak, you feel it move. Run energy through it, and it fights gravity. Higher the noise, the more it responds. I ain't incredibly attached to bein' a Centaurian, but this part of us? I feel it. The world I was born on is the only one what can make it."
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Though his paranoia has ebbed significantly in nearly six months of being here, five plus anyway, and that's concerning.
But it occurs to him, then, to reach into his pocket and pull something out, wrapped in a brightly colored handkerchief. "Look, it ain't much, but I owe you somethin' nice. And personal." Inside the handkerchief he hands him? A black cord fitted around a metallic pendant. Gold in color, but not gold in feel.
"We call it yaka-" though when he says it, it sounds very guttural. "-It's 'the livin' metal'. It listens. If you hold it when you speak, you feel it move. Run energy through it, and it fights gravity. Higher the noise, the more it responds. I ain't incredibly attached to bein' a Centaurian, but this part of us? I feel it. The world I was born on is the only one what can make it."