“We’re going to need new names.”
“Why? Will there be somebody who knows us here?”
“No, but if somebody discovers where we’re from, why we’re here or what we can do then they’ll keep looking till they find us no matter what. It’s best that we blend in so that they don’t notice us or ask any awkward questions.”
The two siblings had walked along the beach until they found an estuary, and were now following the river inland.
“Our names are normal though, they aren’t strange. Why can’t we just use our own names?”
“Details Jemima, we need to be particular about the details. We get the little things right, the big things will follow. Have you any idea when we’ll see that airship? Or reach a town?”
Jemima looked up and squinted at the horizon, pursed her lips, then shook her head and returned her gaze to the grass underfoot.
“We’ll find it. There’s always some measure of civilisation next to rivers after all, so we’re bound to come across a barge or something, or maybe a road. It won’t be long.”
“There’s a road ahead, a long road.”
“That’s the spirit! What else do you see?”
“Bright colours, carriages, horses…music, people weaving fire in the air…”
“Weaving fire? Maybe it’s a circus.” Jeremiah looked at his sister and frowned. “No fortune telling though. I know you can’t, that what you see is vague, but don’t let on about what you can do. There might be people who would take a special interest if they knew. They might not have the best of intentions. You know what I mean?”
Jemima didn’t look up, but nodded. “Yes. I’ll be careful.”