Where Twelve

“Where did you live when you were twelve, Knovah?” his daughter-protege asked. They were standing on a transparent section of a moving sidewalk which spanned across the trees of the park below. The view below their feet was mostly obscured by the localized shower of rain down in the park.

“Here, I suppose,” he answered not looking back. He strode on ahead. The girl doggedly pursued him, half running on shorter legs. “Why do you ask?” They were heading back to their apartments in tower D, deck 17.

“Okay, but where was Arkadia?”

“That was a long, long time ago. Why?” He stopped and looked down at her freckled happy face.

“No reason.”

He sighed exaggeratedly. “You expect me to actually believe that, Cammina?”

She thought a moment. “Well,” she scratched behind her ear, “I suppose not.”

“Spill it.”

“The teacher told us to ask our parent about where they were when they were twelve as our assignment.”

“Why would it do that? That’s a silly assignment,” he rubbed the beard on his chin. “Ship, what is the purpose of this assignment?”

The ship spoke to them as the two rode along towards towers C and D on the walkway facing one another. Arkadia said, “I am not sure Knovah. It appears, well, random. Would you like to know your exact, average coordinate for that year?”

“No, that’s okay,” he answered.

He shook his head and took the girl’s hand in his. “Let’s see, Cammina. When I was twelve, I lived in a castle on the world of Kebestroxoglat. The castle was made of magical cheese that could talk…”

“That’s weird.”

“Yes, it was kind of strange, but the dragon on the rocket scooter was even more interesting…”

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