Time meant...time. The word was different, as she had always known it. Simmaeri's throat rumbled another sound, more pensive than before. This little creature...he had a whole language of his own to frame the world it, different from her own! Complete sound. Beautiful in its strange, strange way. Time...

You speak of moments, she said slowly, lifting her head away just a little, sniffing loudly. Moments of then and now...and to be.