Yasmin listened, putting her hands up to feel the bells in her tightly twisted braids. They pulled pleasantly on her scalp; she wiggled her ears and they jingled faintly. Jehen looked at her sidelong; even though she was a year older, she hadn’t mastered that trick. The adults’ faces were intent and glowing; Yasmin understood only some of the words.
She had seen the pictures, how their own world was a tiny ball, and outside it ranged the whole universe, which was mostly empty. How Ships traveled from place to place by Jumps, for otherwise they might be thousands of years in transit.
The Journey-ships from the Original World had been like that, for it was only by accident that they discovered and survived the Jump. And then by great luck, they had found Karis, Mother of Worlds, and from there, humans had spread to the other systems that comprised the Inhabited Worlds.
From my work-in-progress novel Ship’s Heart, the prequel to Inside the Jump. Yasmin, Jehen’s younger sister, is five years old and is listening to the call-and-response between the Dome’s ground control and an incoming supply ship.
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