ShinyInk
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"Hmm...Five...six..."
She wasn't sure how many times she'd actually counted by now, but she tried to keep track of how many times she'd counted to five and go from there. She couldn't even recall making half of the tally marks that were embedded into the sides of the vase and she couldn't even recall that enough time had passed to warrant her actually covering the walls and the floor with groups of five markings. Perhaps the vase itself had the effect of making time difficult to concept with her, of maybe she'd been forgetful for all of her existence and she was just now realizing it.
Then again, if she was an extremely forgetful genie, then she wouldn't remember that she was forgetful, to begin with. The brief assembly of questions and thoughts in her head resulted in her forgetting what it was she was talking about again. The condensed form of smoke groaned as she started over again, choosing the one set of tally marks that looked the oldest and starting the count off from that one alone. After some time, she finally managed to reach forty-five sets of five fall marks, which she assumed represented the years distanced between the last master to right now when she had no master. She didn't quite have a higher sense of math beyond that in her current form, so she guessed that with all the marks she counted, she'd been in here for a very long time.
She wasn't sure how many times she'd actually counted by now, but she tried to keep track of how many times she'd counted to five and go from there. She couldn't even recall making half of the tally marks that were embedded into the sides of the vase and she couldn't even recall that enough time had passed to warrant her actually covering the walls and the floor with groups of five markings. Perhaps the vase itself had the effect of making time difficult to concept with her, of maybe she'd been forgetful for all of her existence and she was just now realizing it.
Then again, if she was an extremely forgetful genie, then she wouldn't remember that she was forgetful, to begin with. The brief assembly of questions and thoughts in her head resulted in her forgetting what it was she was talking about again. The condensed form of smoke groaned as she started over again, choosing the one set of tally marks that looked the oldest and starting the count off from that one alone. After some time, she finally managed to reach forty-five sets of five fall marks, which she assumed represented the years distanced between the last master to right now when she had no master. She didn't quite have a higher sense of math beyond that in her current form, so she guessed that with all the marks she counted, she'd been in here for a very long time.
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