Seventy years. Ellever blinks as they walk, staring down at her feet. Before coming here to Beacon, she's only met a few people who haven't looked their age — just as she doesn't. It's a family trait.
Apparently it's still uncommon on other worlds, but not unheard of.
"Yes," she says, to his question. She's still thinking about what he said about quiet, and wanting to work with people. Suddenly, more of why she had to practically pluck him out of the unloading process makes sense.
Ellever pauses, then clarifies, "He's my adoptive father. He found me wandering when I was a little kid." A smile twists the edge of her lips. "You know, between us and a few others I've met, we could have a We Don't Look Our Age club."
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Seventy years. Ellever blinks as they walk, staring down at her feet. Before coming here to Beacon, she's only met a few people who haven't looked their age — just as she doesn't. It's a family trait.
Apparently it's still uncommon on other worlds, but not unheard of.
"Yes," she says, to his question. She's still thinking about what he said about quiet, and wanting to work with people. Suddenly, more of why she had to practically pluck him out of the unloading process makes sense.
Ellever pauses, then clarifies, "He's my adoptive father. He found me wandering when I was a little kid." A smile twists the edge of her lips. "You know, between us and a few others I've met, we could have a We Don't Look Our Age club."