trans_9 | For wisdom is better than jewels [Open]

Sitting on a bench under the shade of a large tree within a garden of the Vatican City, Ghanima Atreides was slowly reading the large book that sat on her lap. She had found an old Roman Catholic Latin Bible in one of the rooms of the 'Casina' of Pius IV that she, along with Alia and Duncan - or Hayt - had claimed as their own.

She had needed time to herself, time away from worrying about her aunt, and how her aunt was taking the news of how Hayt had no recollection of his marriage to Alia. It was sad, though she was sure that time would only lead the two on the path they both belonged on - such was the way of life.

She had chosen a small garden as her refuge, and had found she enjoyed the silence that surrounded it. It seemed as though the Vatican City was not a place that many ventured to, and for that Ghani was indeed pleased.

While many from her world had forgotten the old Earth languages, Ghani had always enjoyed speaking, and using them as a way to communicate with her twin brother, Leto. It had been their secrect way of communicating when they didn't wish others to know what was being said. It was one of the gifts that having so many Other Memories had given them. And it was a gift that provided useful now as she read over the Latin words.

"*... melior est enim sapientia cunctis pretiosissimis et omne desiderabile ei non potest conparari. Ego sapientia habito in consilio et eruditis intersum cogitationibus." Ghani read aloud and couldn't help but agree with the small two verses.

*Proverbs 8:11 and 8:12
11 "For wisdom is better than jewels ; And all desirable things cannot compare with her."
12 "I, wisdom, dwell with prudence, And I find knowledge and discretion."

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The concept of tens of thousands of years is a bit much for Lone to grasp, and she looks a little gormless as she tries to work this out. "That sounds...awful doesn't even cover it. I thought we were bad enough. So, where do you live then, if you don't live on Earth?"

Lone hasn't met someone from another planet (well, at least till she came here). She's met people that acted as if they were from another planet i.e crazy, though. "I'm not sure if our Christmas is the same as the usual Christmas. The boss of the place where I used to live was a little crazy. The Overseer was his title. So the holiday was about him, mostly."

Lone never liked the Overseer, and giving him presents was annoying.

"Ghani, thank you. My given name is actually Rebecca, but most people call me The Lone Wanderer From Vault One Oh One, which is far too much of a mouthful. So Lone does."

"I live on a planet called Arrakis, also known as Dune by my people." She smiled, thinking of the place she'd called home. She really did miss it, now that she was actively thinking about it.

She shook her head though and focused on what Lone was saying. "Sounds like he thought himself to be most important if he sought to center a holiday solely around him." Her brow arched a little, little people with big egos always seemed to be a problem no matter where one was from.

"Would you rather I call you Rebecca or Lone?" Ghani asked, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

Lone laughs. "You have no idea, Ghani. We had to do a test to find out what job we would do in the Vault for the rest of our lives. You know what one of the questions was?"

She concentrates for a moment, trying to remember the exact inflection that the examiner used. "Who is indisputably the most important person in Vault 101: He who shelters us from the harshness of the atomic wasteland, and to whom we owe everything we have, including our lives?"

"That's how bad it was. Glad I shot him in the head," and she returns to her normal speech. "And whichever you want to call me, though I might take a minute to answer if you call me Rebecca. After I left the Vault, only Dad used that, really. And the mercs."

Ghai's eyebrows both shot up at that. Really the Overseer did indeed sound most self-important. "I suppose the rest of the people in your vault were thankful that you shot thise man in the head?"

She thought for a moment, before offering the other woman a smile. "I think I'll call you Rebecca, since it is your given name."

"Well..." Lone hesitates. "His daughter was, sort of. Took her a while to come around. The others were a bit miffed, probably because they had to think for themselves after that. I just left them to it."

She isn't going to go into any more details about that, she's still smarting that after she pulled their asses out of the fire a second time, they still weren't more grateful. Morons, the lot of them.

"Okay, I'll remember to listen for that," and Lone smiles back. You've made a friend, Ghani.

"Perhaps in time they did come to understand and be grateful for what you did." Or not, people were strange that way.

She smiled back at Rebecca. "Good." She tilted her head a little to the side. "Have you met a lot of the crew since you've been here?"

Lone shrugs. "Probably not, but I've given up worrying about it. Too many things trying to kill me sorta takes the edge of disapproval. And no, not a lot. Saw a pile when I woke up, but not many to talk to. Ran into a couple of people that seemed nice enough, and one guy that thought he was something special. How 'bout you?"

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