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Sorana watched First Bloom of the Snow Flower's hands as she drummed her fingers on the table; six digits on each hand, two of which were thumbs.
The slight pang of jealously rose inside her, as it had done often since first learning of the elves. Not just for the improved dexterity it seemed to give them, nor even just Sorana's almost perverse intrigue in bodies vastly different than her own. No, right now, in this meeting of the Galactic Standards Association, she simply wished that she never had to listen to squabbles about base-10 vs base-12 numbering systems.
