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"Why is it called a smartarm when it has eight arms and two tentacles?" Oba tucked her long, sunset blond hair back behind her ears again as she leaned over her homework. The two girls were curled in the sand at the inner end of a protected inlet, using a handy boulder as a desk. "It should be called a smartarms, don't you think?"Author's Notes
"If you say so." Barsh bent over her own homework and entered "eight" in pretty, curlicued letters, after that question, then added. "I don't think the Empire will change the name of the monster just because you think it's illogical." She glanced toward the ocean, where a retired warsailor sat on a high platform, watching for danger. He noticed and waved, and she quickly bent over her homework again.
I wrote this for the May 2018 Muse Fusion. It is a bit of back-story for two of the dancers at the Jiggling Sea Jelly. Oba means "beautiful" and Barsh means "pearl".
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