On day 16 Vinz summoned the council to the chamber of sunodos.
(They have not yet established a proper place of meeting, and so they sit on the ground by a large bonfire.)
"We could watch the olms!" the youngest of the council had spoken. He was an 8 year old boy dressed in a medical gown, and he was eating fistfuls of sweet pods. A large elk laid behind him to support his weight.
fruit similar to red grapes, or muscadines. They appear to have a frosted or frozen surface, and have a thick outer skin which the insides pop out of when bitten. The insides are much like okra seeds. The fruit is sharply sweet, and tastes excessively of sugar.
Nobody wanted to monitor the olms.
"Who's to say the olms have cyclic behavior? We have no circadian rhythm. What if it's the same for them?"
His older brother (supposedly by 14 years) argued, because if anybody else had, it might've upset the boy.
Because it was Toby, Rogers didn't make a fuss.
"Sometimes I use music to keep track of the time," said karla, who often appeared like a 13 foot tall koala, but presented today like a large dust bunny, "if I listen to a five minute song three times, I know it’s been fifteen minutes."
"That isn’t very practical." Tim added, and his voice was like a firm hand.
Vince thinks about earlier today, when he had crawled into a hole no larger than two feet in diameter to be alone.
Tims travel companion, Brine, spoke thereafter. He is mute, and so his voice is synthesized; he sounds like a machine putting samples together.