[ Phosphophyllite. Named for a stone. That's good, Hama thinks. Most people she knows are named for things, either out of hope or defiance. All of Shayla's daughters have her name as well; Sun, for what they'll one day see. Hama hasn't seen phosphophyllite in person, but she recognizes the name from one her mother's data pad. All the things they analyzed back home, looking for answers. For a way out. ]
Sure. And we can fix your hair up nice.
[ It doesn't seem strange that Phos hasn't seen a kitchen. Not everyone has the space for a proper one, especially if they grew up on the move like Hama did. ]
I like your name. It's pretty.
[ She does wonder how old Phos is. Maybe they're just small. Had a bad go when they were little and didn't get the muscle mass. That happens sometimes. There are girls she knows with bones that shatter like glass. But they're daughters of the Sun nonetheless, and it doesn't matter so much that your bones are so easy to crack when you're inside a Turtle, driving across the land with shields and armor on all sides. Some of the girls never even go outside. Safer not to. ]
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Sure. And we can fix your hair up nice.
[ It doesn't seem strange that Phos hasn't seen a kitchen. Not everyone has the space for a proper one, especially if they grew up on the move like Hama did. ]
I like your name. It's pretty.
[ She does wonder how old Phos is. Maybe they're just small. Had a bad go when they were little and didn't get the muscle mass. That happens sometimes. There are girls she knows with bones that shatter like glass. But they're daughters of the Sun nonetheless, and it doesn't matter so much that your bones are so easy to crack when you're inside a Turtle, driving across the land with shields and armor on all sides. Some of the girls never even go outside. Safer not to. ]