GAHRYE
The following afternoon before dinner they were watching television—something Gahrye still found deeply uncomfortable, but also fascinating. The pictures moved and spoke, played music, and did incredible things that were impossible. It always left him slightly anxious. But Elia seemed to find it relaxing, so he sat on the couch with her, thumbing through a book, while she watched somethings she called a movey.
They were all moveys as far as he was concerned. He'd never seen pictures that moved before. But then he shrugged. Elia must have had similar experiences when she arrived in Anima, and she'd weathered them willingly. He would try to do the same.
That reminded him.
"I was thinking about when you arrived in our world," he said carefully.
"Yes?" she asked him, still chewing. She'd asked Kalle to bring a bag of popcorn. Something Gahrye had never seen or tasted before. It was explosive in his mouth, but then dissolved.
