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Part Three:
Chapter three; it's not something you can see, actually.

"My god is she ever going to leave?" she thought to herself. "I want to go exploring!" she was still comfortably sitting in her safe orb. She was getting becoming quickly irritated with this silly, little creature. She wasn't saying anything nor had she moved for the past threedays accept for occasionally approaching and drawing harmless shapes in the fine line of condensation on the glass. Finally she asked in the least offensive tone she could muster:

"So, this is such an interesting planet. Don't you have something to do; somewhere to go maybe?"

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"I wonder where she came from… This seems just a little suspicious. Nothing just falls out of the sky for no good reason."  She pondered to herself. She had been trying to answer this question herself before she asked; she wanted to avoid insulting this alien, hidden creature for a second time. For a few days, she sat almost motionless in the grass. She was getting restless and impatient. She wanted to know more about this thing.

"Where did you come from? Do you have a home other than your ball; a planet maybe?"
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They spoke over each other. Both questions asked at the same time. They smiled at the unlikely coincidence that for the first time in three days and two nights, they happened to speak at the same time.
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"Well, actually, I have nowhere to go. You see, there is nothing on this planet. Just grass!" she laughed to herself, "I live on a useless heap of grass!" she looked down, ashamed of admitting the ugly truth that she lived on the planet that was most likely the most boring planet of all time.

"That's very odd" she replied. She was a little disgruntled that there wasn't something more interesting to do and nowhere else for this girl to go, but also she felt sorry for her. She couldn't imagine life being so boring. The raw beauty of the planet was so superficial and so very raw, that she had forgotten to recognize that there really was nothing on it.

"I don't have a planet. Just my orb." She lied. Quickly, she changed the topic. "Do you have a name?"

"What's a name?" she asked immediately curious. "Do you have one? May I see it?" she seemed pathetically exited at the new idea.  An awkward silence washed over them. There really was nothing on this planet was there?

"Well," she began to explain carefully. "It's not something you can see, actually It's something that people call you and remember you by. My name is Abigail."

"Abigail" she whispered to herself. "That's really beautiful. I wish I had a name! How do you get one?" she was immediately jealous. She wanted something people could remember her by. Since she didn't have one, she wondered who remembered her? Had she ever met anyone and does she not remember them because they don't have names? How many people remember Abigail? Lots, she thought, most likely.

"Uhm well, usually it's given to you at birth." She said awkwardly.  "Someone names you based off of your personality or after a person that they loved or after someone they looked up to. Do you have any parents, friends? They might name you."

"I've never met anyone before. I don't know who my parents are and I haven't any friends. You're the first person to meet me. Can you name me?" the shire hopes and excitement in her voice and face was too much for Abigail to resist. As much as she wanted to avoid naming a person, she couldn't say no to her.

"Alright, well, I am not sure if I am qualified to do this or not, but since I'm the only person you have ever met before, I guess it wouldn't hurt" She looked at the girl and went over what she had leant about this her:  Curious, lonely, naïve, pretty, tall, agile looking, pale skin and how the black and white striped dress that Abigail had given her looked oddly spectacular now just something that suited all of that. She went over all the interesting people she had met, all the places she had been all the stories she had been told and had told to other people. She remembered one that was about a girl who lived on a star with her lover, one of a brave young girl who had saved her family from an evil alien from outer space and one about a girl who spent her entire life in a black hole.  Nothing seemed to fit.  And then she remembered the story of the black and white tiger, Amba. Amba was a curious and smart tiger that had been born a different color then all the other tigers simply by chance.  The story was about how this tiger somehow escaped his planet and the other creatures that exiled him and roams in the stars searching for a place where he can be accepted.

She looked back at the striped shirt.

"How do you feel about the name Amba?"

"Amba" she whispered it to herself over and over; rolling it around in her mouth and getting used to having it be her identity. "I quite like it!" she smiled and continued saying it to herself.

"Amba" whispered Abigail to herself. "That IS really beautiful."

The sun sauntered west and set giving a lovely pink, orange and red show. The moon and stars roamed over the sky and seemed close enough to touch, that night. A peaceful night it was, not giving any hints away that the next day was to be hectic and all but calm.

Description
Part Three:
Chapter three; it's not something you can see, actually.

"My god is she ever going to leave?" she thought to herself. "I want to go exploring!" she was still comfortably sitting in her safe orb. She was getting becoming quickly irritated with this silly, little creature. She wasn't saying anything nor had she moved for the past threedays accept for occasionally approaching and drawing harmless shapes in the fine line of condensation on the glass. Finally she asked in the least offensive tone she could muster:

"So, this is such an interesting planet. Don't you have something to do; somewhere to go maybe?"

_________________________________________________________________
"I wonder where she came from… This seems just a little suspicious. Nothing just falls out of the sky for no good reason."  She pondered to herself. She had been trying to answer this question herself before she asked; she wanted to avoid insulting this alien, hidden creature for a second time. For a few days, she sat almost motionless in the grass. She was getting restless and impatient. She wanted to know more about this thing.

"Where did you come from? Do you have a home other than your ball; a planet maybe?"
_________________________________________________________________

They spoke over each other. Both questions asked at the same time. They smiled at the unlikely coincidence that for the first time in three days and two nights, they happened to speak at the same time.
_________________________________________________________________

"Well, actually, I have nowhere to go. You see, there is nothing on this planet. Just grass!" she laughed to herself, "I live on a useless heap of grass!" she looked down, ashamed of admitting the ugly truth that she lived on the planet that was most likely the most boring planet of all time.

"That's very odd" she replied. She was a little disgruntled that there wasn't something more interesting to do and nowhere else for this girl to go, but also she felt sorry for her. She couldn't imagine life being so boring. The raw beauty of the planet was so superficial and so very raw, that she had forgotten to recognize that there really was nothing on it.

"I don't have a planet. Just my orb." She lied. Quickly, she changed the topic. "Do you have a name?"

"What's a name?" she asked immediately curious. "Do you have one? May I see it?" she seemed pathetically exited at the new idea.  An awkward silence washed over them. There really was nothing on this planet was there?

"Well," she began to explain carefully. "It's not something you can see, actually It's something that people call you and remember you by. My name is Abigail."

"Abigail" she whispered to herself. "That's really beautiful. I wish I had a name! How do you get one?" she was immediately jealous. She wanted something people could remember her by. Since she didn't have one, she wondered who remembered her? Had she ever met anyone and does she not remember them because they don't have names? How many people remember Abigail? Lots, she thought, most likely.

"Uhm well, usually it's given to you at birth." She said awkwardly.  "Someone names you based off of your personality or after a person that they loved or after someone they looked up to. Do you have any parents, friends? They might name you."

"I've never met anyone before. I don't know who my parents are and I haven't any friends. You're the first person to meet me. Can you name me?" the shire hopes and excitement in her voice and face was too much for Abigail to resist. As much as she wanted to avoid naming a person, she couldn't say no to her.

"Alright, well, I am not sure if I am qualified to do this or not, but since I'm the only person you have ever met before, I guess it wouldn't hurt" She looked at the girl and went over what she had leant about this her:  Curious, lonely, naïve, pretty, tall, agile looking, pale skin and how the black and white striped dress that Abigail had given her looked oddly spectacular now just something that suited all of that. She went over all the interesting people she had met, all the places she had been all the stories she had been told and had told to other people. She remembered one that was about a girl who lived on a star with her lover, one of a brave young girl who had saved her family from an evil alien from outer space and one about a girl who spent her entire life in a black hole.  Nothing seemed to fit.  And then she remembered the story of the black and white tiger, Amba. Amba was a curious and smart tiger that had been born a different color then all the other tigers simply by chance.  The story was about how this tiger somehow escaped his planet and the other creatures that exiled him and roams in the stars searching for a place where he can be accepted.

She looked back at the striped shirt.

"How do you feel about the name Amba?"

"Amba" she whispered it to herself over and over; rolling it around in her mouth and getting used to having it be her identity. "I quite like it!" she smiled and continued saying it to herself.

"Amba" whispered Abigail to herself. "That IS really beautiful."

The sun sauntered west and set giving a lovely pink, orange and red show. The moon and stars roamed over the sky and seemed close enough to touch, that night. A peaceful night it was, not giving any hints away that the next day was to be hectic and all but calm.