[Within a space he's memorized, Myr's as confident as if he were sighted and leads unerringly for the door out into the garden. He even holds it open for Hector, gesturing in the rough direction of a bench set beneath a bower of wintering vines.
A tidy beehive isn't far off from it, the inhabitants flying in and out on their busy errands.
Myr brightens at the question.]
You know, I did! And, [a moment's dramatic pause,] they don't have them. Not the way we'd think of them, anyway, or the way Everett's rats have named themselves.
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[Within a space he's memorized, Myr's as confident as if he were sighted and leads unerringly for the door out into the garden. He even holds it open for Hector, gesturing in the rough direction of a bench set beneath a bower of wintering vines.
A tidy beehive isn't far off from it, the inhabitants flying in and out on their busy errands.
Myr brightens at the question.]
You know, I did! And, [a moment's dramatic pause,] they don't have them. Not the way we'd think of them, anyway, or the way Everett's rats have named themselves.