Isandor stared. “How does that prove anything?”
“It doesn’t, but it does make you think, right? Because if the world was a ball, and we were here . . .” She pointed to the top of the ball. “And if Tiverius was here . . .” She pointed to the middle. “Then it would make sense. And if the sun was here . . .” She held her fist an arm’s length away from the ball, a little bit higher than the table. “And I think we all agree that there is only one sun, then it would explain why we are getting times that the sun doesn’t set and times it doesn’t rise. Because we’re here.” She tapped the top of the ball.
Isandor scratched his head. “Is this all your idea?”
“Not just mine. There are a group of people in Chevakia talking about this, but no one listens to them because there is always so much urgent
