[ SECRET POST #2370 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2370 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 05 pages, 105 secrets from Secret Submission Post #339.
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Re: WRITE SOMETHING OFF-THE-CUFF

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

I cheated a little because I edited the bits that didn't make sense. But here:

We went out and it was a warm day; well, as warm as can be expected on this planet. We weren't sure if Earth was receiving our messages, so back we went to check the communicator, and wouldn't you know it, the weather had seeped in and it was ruined, water-clogged and in need of aeration. So in the end we spent half a day trying to dry out the damned thing, and when we finished the sun was cooler and lower, with the bluish light it gets towards evening. So we started home in the long cold afternoon, with our shadows behind us as thick and black as oil. Gravity hangs heavier here. Iyi thinks it strange that our shadows dance along behind us or in front of us back home, depending on the angle of the sun. I suppose having grown up here she's not accustomed to the way each step is an effort, even with an anti-gravity suit. Her body has not, of course, adjusted to these conditions- human bodies weren't made for such pressure, or our cells would burst like balloons and we would explode, or so I've been told by the scientists. But she's seen the animals, strange creatures with oddly-shaped heads and white bodies that reflect the ice and snow. Yeti they're called; spirits of snow and ice from one of our old words for them. But Iyi doesn't know the languages that came from Earth, she is only familiar with our home language and the series of whistles, light-signals and calls the base-children use to communicate with each other, modelled after another creature from this place.