[ Ciri almost doesn't hear him. If she were paying better attention, she might have noticed the lost look on Sam's face, the weight of the sadness in his eyes, but it doesn't really register at the moment.
No, at the moment, she's standing right in front of Sam's living room television and staring with great consternation at the big rectangle with its moving pictures and muffled chatter. No wonder Sam asks what's up with her.
Ciri starts, turning to blink at him in surprise, then grabs one corner of the TV to shake it (not too hard, at least) demonstratively. ]
What is this?
[ The electric lights aren't too difficult to grasp. The modern appliances are alien, but she hasn't really seen any of the other ones turned on, even if the coolers outside were weird and half the furniture looks unfamiliar in shape or function.
But the television? That is absolutely wild, my guy. ]
the house.
No, at the moment, she's standing right in front of Sam's living room television and staring with great consternation at the big rectangle with its moving pictures and muffled chatter. No wonder Sam asks what's up with her.
Ciri starts, turning to blink at him in surprise, then grabs one corner of the TV to shake it (not too hard, at least) demonstratively. ]
What is this?
[ The electric lights aren't too difficult to grasp. The modern appliances are alien, but she hasn't really seen any of the other ones turned on, even if the coolers outside were weird and half the furniture looks unfamiliar in shape or function.
But the television? That is absolutely wild, my guy. ]