" Come here, little Cyra, and let me have a look at you,” Yma Zetsyvis said. “Not so little anymore, I suppose. How old are you?”
“I’ve sojourned ten times,” I said, using the traditional time reference--marking what I had survived rather than how long I had existed. Then I clarified, “I began early, though--I’ll be sixteen seasons in a few days.”
“Oh, to be young and think in days!” Yma laughed. “So, still a child, then, tall as you are.”
Yma had a gift for elegant insults. Calling me a child was one of her mildest ones, I was sure. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)