She couldn't do anything "normal". Every story was embellished, every color a burst - plus she talked with her hands in a most animated fashion. Even her sentences ended with an elegantly fine flourish. She was her own little one-woman light show.
She thought about all the time she spent trying to remember. Stuff to pick up, bring with, find, people's names. It took up a good chunk of the day. Then she remembered New Zealand. Which took no time at all. She wondered why that was...
These magnificent sentries are like dare-you-to-pass guardians of ancient realms. I felt like I should have to decode an ancient rune or dodge poison darts whilst leaping from rock to rock over a wide mountain stream to gain entry. But that day but we were allowed to drive peacefully on through.
