Irian looks up when she hears the voice from behind her, watching the girl approach. There might be a very slight frown in her expression, not disapproval so much as slight uncertainty; the look is odd on a woman who seems so self-assured. It's not Sinthia's fault; Irian simply has very little experience with children, though living with Henry may have taught her a thing or two.
The girl sounds and looks young, but there's a quality of intelligence and maturity to her manner of speaking that surprises Irian slightly. She considers, for a moment, then decides to answer the question straightforwardly.
"This was my homeworld," she says. "My people named it ch'Rihan; the Federation called it Romulus."
The past tense is certainly distinctive. In this time period, this reality, the planet is still there, a fact that is a little bitter to her because she cannot go there. It doesn't matter, in any case; it won't be the same. She knows just enough about temporal paradoxes and time travel to know that all sorts of small details might be different. This ch'Rihan, the one she's duplicated here, is long gone.
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The girl sounds and looks young, but there's a quality of intelligence and maturity to her manner of speaking that surprises Irian slightly. She considers, for a moment, then decides to answer the question straightforwardly.
"This was my homeworld," she says. "My people named it ch'Rihan; the Federation called it Romulus."
The past tense is certainly distinctive. In this time period, this reality, the planet is still there, a fact that is a little bitter to her because she cannot go there. It doesn't matter, in any case; it won't be the same. She knows just enough about temporal paradoxes and time travel to know that all sorts of small details might be different. This ch'Rihan, the one she's duplicated here, is long gone.