Jack Pine
Archduke of the NDC
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Grand Library, Skylador City - Sirris II, Sanctuary Star System
The grand library was much like a lot of the recent expansions to the city, joint construction that used elements of both cultures in their architecture. The library had been no different, and even boasted a multitude of books printed with newer methods of transcription and printing. Everyday, more and more tomes were brought in, or recorded to leather bound pages. In addition to this, there were several viewing rooms specifically set up for the viewing of media from the NDC.
Ulric, having long awaited the finalization of the building almost a decade ago now, made a habit of stopping by for a few weeks. Generally on trips back to the home lands, and visiting relatives in the stone cities of his people. The man had been saving back his income over the years of living among the hassanis, having donated a few large sums to the funding of such during development. In some ways, it was a relaxing delight, being among the giant wooden shelves, in a stone structure, complete with pillars across it’s front. The inside was also adorned with the fine furnishments of the NDC, much like some form of even royalty with the fine upholsteries and leathers.
The practically ancient Tiamer, still in his duskerian clothes, was perched in a chair as he flipped the pages of one such familiar tome. Even despite being essentially home, had grown too accustomed to the clothing and adopted the appearance after 50 years. A small smile was across his lips as he read the text on some of his people’s older stories and tales. A bit of a fun past time in his research as he compared the those of either peoples.
Galestrix walked in, smiling at the attendant as she walked past. She had watched the city grow from a little way station lead by an amusing Yilas who just wanted to run a bar and brew drinks. Now it was a city exploding in population and structures, mixing the solid stonework of those from Sirris, and the advanced materials and styles of the NDC.
But the people themselves were also a similar blend. But as it grew, people felt like it was time to start truly mixing knowledge, far better than was available in a singular place, be it the NDC capital or in any one Sirrisian city. And Gale honestly liked the idea of it. Including the chance to see what might be available. Which is why she was here today.
She was hoping that she could find some things that weren't stored on the 'geist' system, and there was just an excellent tactile sensation of handling paper. So she settled for coming in and looking through the shelves to see what lay in waiting.
Walking through, she slowed herself to peruse them, looking at the various stories that were mostly just tall tales and fictitious materials. Her tail was happily swaying behind her, head bobbing a touch as she let some music play via her Geist in her head. Alas, she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been, her tail ending up bumping into the chair which Ulric sat upon.
"Careful fair lady, might harm your tail if not mindful of it's joyful sway.", Ulric commented after his chair shuddered from the impact slightly. A mindful hand simply reaching over the side and guiding it around the edge of the chair. "It is nice to see your generation still so enamored with literature. I worried that our new…. Neighbors would draw attention away with their "media" material." It was not so much a fear, but a minor prediction on his part, similar to their presence causing a shift in balance.
Ulric was pleased to mostly be proved wrong on most of it. They weren't the first outsiders to visit, but definitely the first to take up mutual residence in this world. While they did not assert dominance, or forced rule upon the natives, such as he. Their technology had all but done so for them, the Vaigarin and Tumnisians having to learn to adapt to an extent already.
Turning as she was admonished for her tail's striking of the chair, Galestrix gives a small nod of her head. "My apologies." She said, trying to give a smile as she did. Giving the man a firm look, she couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly. He looked like a Tiamer, the horns and patches of scale she could see confirmed that much, but he lacked wings.
"As for my generation, well, I was only 39 when the Senti last left, and our new neighbors arrived." She attested, smiling. "So it's not so much still enamored as I'm still wrapping my head around what the NDC have brought with them, though I admit to doing better than some." She explained, gesturing to the library around them. "Besides, I like the feel of paper in my fingers over a cold pane of, I think glass or some transparent box in my view."
"At least with the senti, it was in small doses of exposure. But with these people living here… the saturation is more than we can understand right now. Tell me, how do you feel about it all?" Ulric slipped his book mark in and gently closed the cover of the book in his lap for the moment. He had no visible tail either, just horns, some scales, and his draconic eyes which stared at her in soft curiosity.
Galestrix shrugged. "Owing I am interacting with them quite regularly, being not only the granddaughter of Uldor Bahum, but also serving as one of the personal guards to Heinrich Pine, I'm of two minds. On one paw, I am curious and eager to see what they can bring to us, and teach us. On the other, I'm... torn by the sheer scope of difference. Like, copper of all things being a key part of providing smokeless light! I'm sure we'd have found it out eventually, but... The way they make some things seem so obvious that I cannot believe we never figured it out reminds me of just how, backwards we must seem to them technologically."
She shrugged helplessly at that. "But, I also admit to a feeling of pride in my chest when I see them stare helplessly themselves when they visit our cities, since they apparently struggle to build on the same scale as we do underground without risking their structures collapsing. Which I think makes this city all the more spectacular." She continued, smiling as she gestured to one of the 'ground level' balconies that let one look down to the over a dozen levels below that continued to house many more of the books that the 4 levels above didn't. "Skylador, I hope at least, will serve as a strong point of connection for both in as many ways as possible."
“And yet we’ve taken leaps under them, even our very digging and construction has been accelerated to the point that we can excavate and erect a new city in under a year. As much as they trickle the flow of development for our sake, the changes are inescapable, and they will be far more then even we anticipate.” The Bahum had him in thoughtful mode now, his mind wandering to all the paths that such forward momentum would carry their people. Ulric rose from his chair gently, slow in his movements as the thoughts swam about like so many fish in an ocean. “Surely you cannot be without concern for taking such advancements with caution?”. He asked as he joined her by the shelves.
A small smile met his lips as he found himself enjoying the conversation so far, but changed to embarrassment as he realized his own rudeness. Offering her a vaigarin greeting, introduced himself finally, “I am Ulric Tiamer, and i am so very rude for not giving an introduction first. Please excuse me, fair lady.”
"Oh stars. A formal Timaer greeting? I am shocked good sir!" Galestrix said, grinning as she took the proffered hand. "I may be the Elder's granddaughter, but I am still just a Bahum, a young one at that." She said, once they finished such things. "Though, I admit, I have heard things about the Tiamer Elder that make even an Abree blush."
A sort of pained look was mixed with the already existing embarrassment, which likewise grew at the statement. “Yes well…. My mother does have her…. Hobbies. I much more prefer shared tastes, and connections then sheer carnal desires. Though I am half tiamer, my father was also a bahum. Ulador is a good man to have as a grandfather.”
Gale blinked several times, and quickly her own face exploded in a deep blush of embarrassment. "Oh my... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to imply... I'm sorry for insulting her." Galestrix said, quickly shuffling to have enough space to properly bow in the Bahum style at Ulric. It was one thing to talk about one's Elder like she had, it was entirely another to imply things untoward about one's actual family.
The older vaigarin rubbed the back of his neck, as the situation grew increasingly awkward. “Don’t worry about it Mrs. Gale. I don’t exactly agree with my mother’s habits much, or how she conducts herself much. So the feeling is mutual, but she is still my mother at the end of the day. After 4,000 years, I've heard every comment under the sun about her anyways at this point.”
"That may be, but I don't want to risk disagreements arising between our Family's." She replied, trying to avoid too much trouble. "I'll try and keep that in mind as we talk though." She continued trying to save some face in the discussion.
"So, uhh, what brings you to this library?" She asked, figuring she could get things moving to a different topic so that they could try and forget the last discussion point.
Ulric lifted the large book he had been reading before their encounter, “Simply put, research. Well sort of, I find that I may have gotten distracted, reading a few stories of my youth along the way.” With a chuckle and making sure his bookmark was secure, offered her the book to see the material, a large tome of some of their oldest tales. “I was comparing ours to those of the Hassani’s, as I’m studying the people of the NDC, in every way that I can. They are quite fascinating, and so much older then us as a species, if their very knowledge wasn’t indication of that already.”
Eyes glanced at the shelf they stood beside, peeking at where she herself had been looking, and in fact where the gap was that the tome was before. “Were you also here for tales and mythology, or perhaps just a few tales to pass the time?”
"I was looking to for some stories I could present to some of the NDC that they may not be so familiar with. Especially since, well, there's plenty we don't even keep a good track of our own stories." Galestrix admitted, shrugging. "Some things that could help the NDC better understand us a race." She continued.
"As for age... I think there might be some dispute about that. We have to remember, that they lost a lot of their own history and knowledge of their past due to their, so called, 'Last War'." She said, shrugging.
“Think though, of their finite lives compared to us, and the progress in learning they’ve made. Their learning had to have happened in much smaller steps then for us, having to train and teach far more young then us. Waiting for them to grow enough to practice the passed on knowledge, and then pass it on again to the next generation.” The older of the two wasn’t so much disagreeing, but making a point of thought, but what she said was also true. “But you are also right that we cannot know for sure with so little in the way of records.”, he added as if to note that he didn’t disagree.
“As for the last war they fought, now that…. Has more then enough material on it. It is strange to think of such grand in scale conflicts. It is a rather frightening idea, that anyone would willingly go to war with their own people, much less to the point of bringing such ruin.” A deep shudder was given as he even said it, having had a hard time wrapping his head around such things. For a people to shed their own blood, to the point of being pointless.
Galestrix shrugged. "I can't say I understand it, but I also respect it, such that I did join up with the NDC's military. I'm even a pilot in it. Grandfather though, seemed very, unhappy about that however. I think he still remembers whatever it was that the Family's did in his youth. And why there are Coppers, but no Family for them."
Ulric looked pensive at the mention of the coppers, “Yes… that incident, I do remember it well. I am glad it was not anywhere comparable in scale, but regrettable all the same. Perhaps we have our specie’s relatively low numbers to partly thank there.” Not intending to change subjects, but feeling it important anyways, asked “How’s your mate i’ve heard about?”
“From the news I’ve heard, you joined more then their royal navy, but the family too. I slightly envy you, being able to be privy to their inner politics. Even close enough to pick the brains of the Archdukes. That is what the humans say, yes? “Pick their brain”, which sounds very odd honestly.”
"It is a weird saying. I don't understand many of their sayings honestly, but Heinrich has made the entire experience with both their military and the royal family, interesting." She admitted, giving a nervous chuckle. "But it's more weird how many Vaigarin have begun to treat me. Like I'm some kind of, well, not traitor to our people or world, but also not really part of it anymore. Despite the fact that a large part of why I took up the positions I did, was to understand them from within, as opposed to from without." She acknowledged with a sigh.
“Ugh, sounds like the young are mistaking what makes us who we are. We are not Vaigarin because of who we work with, but who, and what we are. Ignore their ignorance, and if it is any consolation, I still see you as one of us.” Perhaps some gesture at that moment would have been appropriate, but also unsure if any was. “If anything, you’re helping bridge the gap.”
"I mean, the majority of those disappointed in me are not of the Bahum family. As our Family is most known for interacting with Star Visitors... we just see it as you do. Me bridging the gap to help better bring the NDC and our peoples together." She said, smiling. "But I was mostly looking for something to give to Heinrich to read and learn about our peoples. Especially as he seems intent on some kind of project he doesn't want to talk to me about beyond asking the occasional odd question."
Ulric was curious now, but delightedly so. “Very intriguing, and perhaps you’ll tell me all about it someday when he unveils it to you. If it doesn’t not end up being too intimate of a project that is.” Taking his bookmark from the book, handed it over to her graciously, as helping seemed to bear far more interesting fruit at some point in the future possibly. “I hope this will work then, as it was exactly what I was reading. Perhaps fate decided for this encounter afterall.”, Ulric offered with a small humorful chuckle.
"If I were blind, I would almost say you must be a Rweja with a statement like that." Gale replied, taking the proffered book and hugging it to herself. "But still, I thank you very much for this. I hope it isn't anything too crazy honestly. He does seem able to worry me at times with such things, despite his efforts to become a professor."
“One who enjoys the nightlife too, as I've had the honor of bartending for him at a… what was it called, a “rove, or ravine” I think? I knew you had partnered with a royal, but never would have guessed that particular one. I hear rumors in the bars, and occasional functions like those that I work at from time to time.” A small grin rose to his lips as he remembered the younger man in question, having remembered to have served him drinks in an underground party of sorts.
"He does enjoy his... Raves I think they were called. I don't always join him for them, but he does drag me out to them. I think they're just a touch too busy for my tastes. But, I also admit to being an odd Bahum to begin with." She admitted, with an unsurprised giggle. "But he has also shown to be quite capable as a teacher in his own right."
“I can respect any man who enjoys the arts, scholastics, and fun in equal measure. Perhaps one of these days I can sit down and truly meet the fellow. I will definitely say he has fine taste in maidens, if you will hopefully not think me too presumptuous in saying so.” A small bow of courtesy was given with the compliment, ulric unable to go without giving some of his charm a stroll when with a lady. Finally he added, “Please do let me know if you seek any other material, I am fairly familiar with the layout of the grand library at this point.”
"My thanks. I would say I would offer you the same, but most don't find they need a lot of help in Skylador's red light district. And the few places I know outside of it are much more niche locales anyways. Like Tella's little bar in the 'entertainment' district of the city. Still amazing how her little way station became a lynchpin of the entire city's development." Gale replied with a snort.
“Perhaps not on such matters such as that, but… perhaps you can aid me in finding a good quality meal in the city. I used to know a few places as the city began as just a village, but alas, I am far behind the times of its current layouts. Being more occupied in their capital and all.” The offer was sort of the man’s way of also subtly offering a lunch meet. Ulric knew not how long she had been there, or if she had already eaten, but was worth a shot. Surely she would hopefully not think it was a date offer.
"I see. A good meal hmm? Are you feeling something more fitting to our palettes, or something more NDC?" Gale asked, bringing a finger up to tap at her chin as she thought about it. Tella's was an option of course, but there were a few others available in the area for them to choose from. Some being more traditional Sirrisian affairs, others being more catering to the NDC tastes with them mingling in this melting pot of the two cultures.
That was strangely never a thought that crossed his mind, which intrigued Ulric in the fact it hadn’t. The man no longer looked at food, on the basis of correct culture anymore. After all, it was all just meat to him, and quite frankly meat was not a culturally specific thing. “I do not have a preference in that regard. Take me to where you find the best food in your opinion. Surely there is somewhere you visit here frequently for meals when in town?”
Ironically most “media”, pointed at females being more indecisive on locations for meals, or was that what the Hassani called a “meme”? It was still hard to tell what was internet humor, philosophical terminology, or some form of recorded half truth. One of the shortcomings of this “media”, the lack of contact to get accurate reads on those you engaged with in the interaction. In either regard, it was humorful in how he somehow was the one to fall into such a stereotype. After all, he was the stranger to this town, even if the much older of the two.
Gale pondered that for a few moments. "How about Chasm's? I remember it being a pretty good place to dine at when I would visit the Abree Valley. I was surprised to learn that the founder thought it would be a good idea to establish a second place here in Skylador, since it is being touted as a point for all cultures to meet. Why not mix the various Vaigarin ones." She said, smiling. "Their roast roach is absolutely amazing."
“Splendid, we can head there whenever you are ready then. Would you like to go by foot, or wheel contraption, or car as they call it?”, Ulric asked, so that the details were sorted out now at the very least. He was in no rush of course, but it was nice to know how they both wished to proceed. He had already been here most of the morning, and finished a few volumes of text, even looked over the building infrastructure blueprints. The tiamer man was quite pleased with the day’s studies to say the least, and most certainly eager to continue them at a later time.
"Why not by wing?" She asked, grinning. Of course, she was already heading towards the front desk. She'd put a request for the tome in her hands to be shipped to Obsidian so that she could hand it to Heinrich when she was next there. "Unless you actively opt not to have them?" She asked, glancing at him as she did.
“Only for appearances purely, so yes we can. I guess I’ve perhaps become too accustomed to NDC modes of transportation. I’ve even been quite fond of taking the one called a “bus” even.”, he agreed. It was true, he hadn’t flown much, save for his last date to show off a little. Ulric thought on that, and figured perhaps he should exercise his unused wings far more from now on. He couldn’t let them go unused for too long, otherwise they may weaken beyond use eventually. The very absurd idea of a flightless dragon.
Gale chuckled, and shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, it's nice and all, but I still find I like stretching my wings for myself. Both like this and in our natural form." She said happily, stepping outside. Once she was on the street and able to get enough room to stretch out her wings to get the maximum amount of surface area to let her begin to flap, letting her get off the concrete which formed the sidewalk. Plenty were buffeted by the movements, but the other Vaigarin and the Tumnisians in the crowd merely took it in stride and continued on. But the NDC citizens in the crowd were taken aback and stunned, unable to take their eyes off the dragoness as she got to a sensible hovering height. Meaning she was pretty close to the 'cars' which were not tied to the ground, flowing in their own traffic paths between the buildings.
Ulric reached back to the backside of his shirt, unbuttoning what merely looked like a design for fashion of it. But instead, were fabric flaps that could be opened when wings were required, a must that has been customly added to all his shirts. With them undone, his appendages of flight grew from his back and slid through, before spreading anew after their reformation. With a few powerful strokes to the same effect as his companion, was in the air following her. Their flight being ignored by half, and being taken notice in varying degrees by the others.
To fly gave a new perspective, something he had sorely gone without for a while until now, save for very rare occasions. “How far is this establishment that we are onwards to? A bit further then walking I hope, so that our wings may stay aloft just a bit longer.”, he called in pursuit as Gale lead the way for them. The elder of the two, was quite interested to see what kind of place she was leading him too, and how much of a mix it would be in culture if any.
"It's on the far side of Skylador from here. So a solid flight for us." She called back, making sure to avoid swooping into the middle of the aerial traffic that filled the city's space between its taller buildings. It was times like these that she was glad she'd taken to wearing the, admittedly tight, leggings she did. She wasn't sure how well the much older Vaigarin would have taken on her flight. She knew some Families had very different ideas of 'decency' than others.
Far sooner than either would have liked for the flight, but vastly sooner than they could have gotten walking, they arrived at the low building, only two stories tall. It was done in a fashion to make it look like a carved out hollow in the underground cities of the natives had erupted onto the surface, with a well made sign on the front of it reading "Chasm's", with the 's' reversed and looking like it had a Vaigarin's tail extending from it.
Angling her flight carefully, Gale soon settled her boots with their tall heels confidently on the sidewalk with a click of the hells impact, as she turned to watch her erstwhile dinner companion arrive.
Ulric gave two powerful flaps to slow his fall, before curving his wings into a glide. A bit firm of a landing, but one that felt required for the less spacious street. Once his shoes were on solid ground once more, his wings were pulled back into his flesh, re-unified into his more humanoid form once again. “Very artistic style with the sign. I take it that one of our own runs this establishment?”, he casually commented before joining her at the door. Making sure to keep up with his manners, opened the door for her even with a smile.
"The owner is an Abree who also owns the one in the Abree Valley. As I said, he thought it would be a good way to showcase the different Family cultures in one place with Skylador being such a melting pot of ideas." Gale said, smiling and nodding graciously as she accepted the offer and stepped in. She hadn't gotten quite as skilled as Ulric clearly was, and so opted to just pull her wings in as close as she could to avoid bumping things.
Where the exterior had been rougher carved stone, the interior was smooth to a polished finish, with tiles of some other mineral material on the floor. The furniture was a combination of stone, wood, and cushions. The irony to the Tiamer was how much their familiar style now felt like that of dwarves of fairy tales. Nonetheless, it was homey, and a hearth fiercely lit, keeping the interior pleasantly warm to the touch. If he had to guess from his studies, was that tubes lead from the hearth and into the walls, allowing the heat further use then just around said hearth.
A small fond smile took to his lips at the internal observation, finding the taste of home, rather endearing. “I could have sworn we walked into a high class inn, right in the hold center almost. Certainly gives a deep feeling of home, something Hassani comforts seems lacking despite complexity.”, Ulric mused aloud as they entered, already thinking of where they should sit as well. “Good friends with the owner, or just a frequent customer?”, the tiamer added in curiosity.
"Just a semi-regular of the establishment." Gale replied, nodding to the host that broke from the stand that marked the entrance to guide them to a table. There was almost no one present currently, but they were at the tail end of what some would consider the 'lunch rush'. "I tend to come here for the sake of just very familiar cooking. And while they might not challenge of Fucon chef, Abree do make very good, very home feeling meals." She said, smiling more, watching the host prepare a table that had room around it for such Vaigarin particularities such as tails and wings. The more closely packed areas had Tumnisian and NDC persons present, distinct widely by their difference in dress.
Taking one of the offered menus, Gale began to glance over it while she picked a chair absent-mindedly.
Taking the seat across, and taking one of the menus that were in a small holder on the table. It was definitely nice to have an actual paper menu again, even noticing how some of the younger Hassani present eyed them as if they were foreign objects. Looking back to the menu though, and giving it a tentative look over he commented, “Even the meals are homestyle, just in all giving a comfortable at home feel. At least we have some things in common with them.” This little casual hangout, was providing him a nice little insight into his own culture from someone other then himself.
“Through some of the material I’ve read, the Hassani used to have similar places. They were called “diners”, for much the same sort of experience. It’s nice to see such links in behavior, things that everyone wants to feel and experience regardless of race.” Perhaps now was a bad time to geek out about xeno shared psychology, but it was all so fascinating. If he had not been caught up in the thought, Ulric would have probably realized how rude it might be. Or one might hope he would anyway…
"Apparently they have a lot of things in the same vein." She replied, before noticing the waiter heading their way. "Roasted Roach with the Quezto vinegar rub please. I'll have some water to drink as well." She said, smiling to the waiter. Once Ulric had given his order, she nodded to him. "They may not have as good a feel of their 'home' sense as we do, due to their conflict prior to coming here, they still seek such things. But I imagine they have as much to learn about the more 'older' media we have that they're relearning. Like paper filled books." She said, chuckling as she noticed the Hassani's figuring out the paper menus.
"I'm not sure how many have visited our theatres and music halls, but I imagine they're as confused by them as we are by their 'digital' entertainment media. The fact that you can watch a play and it be exactly the same every time... It's very interesting. But it can be saddening since you don't get those interesting quirks from the changes between plays you get with live performances." She said, returning her focus to Ulric.
“Oh I agree, as half the performance in the character that the actor brings to the stage, or how the one musician plucks the strings to add to that moment in the story. So much heart lost in their digital transcription, getting it once, and only once until recorded once more.” He agreed, giving a small gesture of disappointment at the thought of taking that aspect out of the performance. He was never a savant of such arts, but there was still things to be said about those sorts of connections that the actors strode for in their audiences. “Perhaps it goes back to their war?” Ulric queried as he settled into the seat, taking a sip of Abree made mead after it was delivered to the table.
Continuing, the older vaigarin added onto that thought. “I may have said it already, but it is almost incomprehensible to think of such a scale of devastation. Of a conflict capable of ravaging a world to ruin, even as we as a people, have yet to fully have domain over our own. Much less the power to leave it.”
"I've had to receive a bit of a crash course in the subject, due to how much I've tied myself to their Royal Family, though it was kind of an unintended effect of getting to know one of them." Gale admitted, chuckling. "On one claw, I could almost welcome such a thing if only to help rid us of the Pack Roaches, and some of the other nastier things that threaten even us... but on the other claw, I also know that those things are vital to the health of our world, since even we have learned that even our own strength, is not unbeatable." She muses, shrugging.
"But as it is, they're desperate in a lot of ways to have something they can hold onto, that they can cite as theirs that isn't painful memories of a world ravaged by seemingly unending conflict and desolation. And they want that something to be stable and unchanging, only so that they can pass it on as wholly as they can."
“Understandable, I just hope that they’ve learned from that past as much as possible. As enlightened as they may seem, I am still worried that they may do more harm then good by the end.” Ulric picked up his cup to drink from the contents, the mead sweet on his tongue with flavors of various berries mixed with their equivalent of honey. “I think it is a very real concern, but one we can help guide them through.”, he added as he began to cut into his rare steak, popping a few succulent chunks into his mouth.
Gale nodded, cutting into her own steak. "They seem to have done just that. Learned that is. I can't say they won't make mistakes. If they don't, I would think them vastly more enlightened and impossible than we are. But having actually experienced when they made a mistake, of a cultural sort, and helped them to correct it. So I'm pretty sure they aren't god-like beings. Just highly advanced." She said, stuffing the chunk of cooked roach meat into her mouth.
“You would be the person with the assessment of them to trust. Even though I have lived among them for a few decades now, you get to see their inner workings. An opportunity that I am honestly envious of, if you don’t mind me saying.” Ulric commented after a few savored mouthfuls of their fare. It was tasting of home, something he would definitely note for future visits to make for. Turning back though, waited to see her reaction and thoughts on his statement.
There was a slight teasing chuckle in how he had delivered it, meaning the jealousy part in a more lighthearted jest. But it was in fact, something he wished he had access and the insight into, like she did as a royal now. After all, it may not seem like it, but her position now held weight among the Hassani people even if not evident. Ulric was also curious just how much she realized it as well, and her thoughts on being in such an… interesting position.
Gale chuckled around her food. Once she swallowed, she shrugged. "Imagine if you will, a group of Yilas who are humble and actually do work. And you have the NDC's royal family. Though their military people remind me of the Tumnisians who chose to serve as guards to us. Or in some cases, the few Lobah I know." She mused. "As for the opportunity, it has it's pros and cons." She admitted, after taking another bite of her meal. "Sure, I get to more readily speak with them, get their views, help them understand us and the Tumnisians, but at the same time, there's a lot they talk about or do that I just lack the context for. Things that our knowledge and technology just hadn't considered or even thought possible. Like, for example, using copper of all things as a way to help conduct power."
“That is understandable for beings like us, who have not reached that far in understanding what their people call science. Surely the same could be said for your mate, when introduced to our customs, or more specific policies of tradition that must seem so archaic.” A few more bites were had, as this taste had made him hungry indeed. His pace was becoming a bit more consumption then conversation, but he still continued the discussion. Clearing his throat and pallet with a sip of mead, added “I would be interested in hearing any thoughts on us he’s shared.”
"Well, he's more open minded than many Hassani. I still don't understand why they view Bahum bonding so negatively, even after having had it explained to me." Gale said, sighing. "I know the Bahum are odd in that we have more women then men for reasons none of us really understand, but we've adopted practices that accept and account for it. And yet, the people of the NDC use 'Bahum Harem' as a slur." She finished, huffing in anger.
"Sorry, sore spot that I've been dealing with a lot. As for his thoughts, well, he tries hard to understand our culture, even as I keep reminding him that I can only really give him an explanation of Bahum culture, not others."
“I’ve been called a playboy, having also taken more after my bahum upbringing. Though unlike my mother, I settle for mates and not…. Samplers.”, he admitted with a small sigh, bringing up his mother’s behavior and much of the same judgment he had gotten. There was a small wave in his hand as if shooing the negative thoughts away though as more bites of steak were cut away from the whole on his plate. “Their tendencies on such relationships and mating seem so widely varied, and vastly different like night and day. At this point, I would say it is something that is safe for us to no longer pay any mind to.”
Galestrix sighed. "I think it's just difficult for the Hassani to really grasp the way each Family is. Much less our Elders. I know that many still wonder why Uledor is the only 'wizened old' Vaigarin they've seen... Despite him being quite fit and vigorous. He just likes to play the role to throw others off." She remarked, snorting. "The Hassani seem to think our Elder's reflect us as a whole."
“People who know my mother tend to ask if I’m something called a “Cougar”, like she is. Personally it’s her choice in rules, but I wish she was not so openly jovial with it. Among our own, it is a non-issue, but among the Hassani it breeds rumors. As for taking them as a whole, well I cannot accurately say that is true.” Ulric said going on now of societal impressions, and rumors. “If anything, it always gets added into their media they refer to as “memes”, which I can only find two contradicting definitions of what the hell they even are.”
"True. At least the Yilas Elder currently is one of the few sane ones they've had to my understanding. So there can be good. I mean, I heard that he decried that each Yillas would only have 100x their age for gemstones in their attire!" Gale replied, chuckling at the image of a humble Yilas. Sure, she knew a few, but the Family as a rule, was just so many 'peacocks' as the Hassani called them referencing some bird of theirs with very flashy plumage.
"But to hear that the Tiamer Elder is that way... I thought it was just tall tales spread to criticize her. I know plenty of rumors and tall tales about my grandfather's choice of looking like a Tumnisian in the last tenth of his life were all made to make him seem weak willed and unwilling to stand firm, but, let's be honest, he wouldn't have survived this long if he was either of those things."
At this point, Ulric had finished the majority of his steak, letting his mead swirl the mug with idle wrist motions as he thought. “Unfortunately in my case, it is entirely true. I guess I can count my blessings as the Hassani say, that I was born her son. That being said, I have a few siblings widely apart in age because of her habits.”, he said before taking a long sip. “Makes family bonding a tad hard as you might imagine.”
Gale gave Ulric a forlorn smile. "I'm a Bahum. I have siblings and half siblings of all stripes and ages. We make things work. Better or ill." She replied, thinking of the complex web that typically made up a Bahum family tree. Especially since, to date, there hasn't been a noted 'stop point' for Vaigarin to have children. So it stood entirely possible that any sexually active Vaigarin could have children up until the point of their death. Meaning that one could have children of wildly varying ages.
"Still, I imagine things can get awkward with her, due to her tastes?" Gale asked, having finished her own meal and was now just enjoying the flagon of ale she had ordered. "I'm just imagining it can be, so better to ask then let my mind run wild."
“Most have never met the other parent, and those that tried to stay, she has to date turned down. So yeah, it’s awkward, like she’s purposely making it hard. By the skies, I couldn’t even tell you who my own father is.” The last part almost seemed to be admitted with a dejected manner, as it was a headache and a half to deal with. Most of the time, he met siblings by pure chance, or at extremely unexpected times when making the occasional trip home for a visit.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how hard that must be. I suppose that's one of the few benefits of the Bahum mate bonding style... Despite having so many females tied to one male at a time, you can be sure you're certain of your father." Gale admitted, sighing. "I hope this direction the conversation has taken hasn't ruined the mood too much."
An apologetic wave to not worry about it was given, after setting his utensils down on the now empty platter. Retaking the mug of mead in hand, continued, “It’s fine, I’ve grown used to it. Why I am never home, traveling and studying. Gets me away from the antics, and hopefully I can write a lot of it down along the way.” Ulric confided as he mentioned the birth of his travels, and hobbyist tendencies that his curiosity was driven by.
It was very much the reason he practically lived in libraries, the NDC simply gave him whole new ones to bump around in. And a new distraction to get him away from home, and his mother, as well as the idea that he was likely the next elder after her. It was a job he neither wanted, or wished to be saddled with after the image she would leave it in.
"That's probably as fair a reason as any. I do hope you've gotten some very interesting writings done. I can easily imagine the sheer scope of changes sweeping our world, and how having a first hand account for those who come after they're done would be invaluable." Gale replied, smiling slightly. She was rather grateful he hadn't taken offense to the earlier topic. "Have you gotten anything of particular note?"
“Currently on topics around mining, and agriculture. Most of my other material are various notes on their culture, which after fifty years, is still a bit of an enigma to me. Haven’t gotten any sort of close look at them militarily, or medically.” It was a simple answer, as that was about all he needed to say on it. Talking about the contents would be a different matter, but that would require he had it on hand for her to be able to read.
"Oh? Our methods and techniques, or the NDC's? Because if you want, I have a lovely story about how that had such an interesting culture clash between both sides." Gale said, smiling.
“Well more theirs as that’s the focus of my research. But I am interested to hear this story though, it might offer insight into how we differ there as well.” Producing a notepad from a pocket, and a strange combo between a modern pen and quill. Started the header for the small document as he waited for her to continue, “You are quite a gold hoard of information if I must say.”
"Ha. Only a Yiilas would consider gold of all things valuable. If I needed a horde of metal, I'll take iron any day." Gale replied, chuckling. "But as it is... So, this was about a decade ago. We were working with the NDC to expand one of the city districts in Orgar City. They'd brought some of their advanced mining machines, which only need one person to do the work that we used to need a hundred for. There was concern that we were being rendered dependant upon the NDC with the technologies. I simply helped by suggesting they find a way to meet us halfway. The Tumnisians are used to needing large numbers of workers to do the job, while the NDC have tools that make each worker akin to a hundred." She said, smiling in memory.
"So, from the advanced automated miners they'd provided, not really thinking of the mindset we had at the time, to powered suits with their jackhammers, mining cutters and general use hardsuits, which still improved the ability of the Tumnisians to dig, and be safe about it. They also helped us with getting a manufactory and storage systems to support all of it built in the city. It helped soothe a potentially dangerous divide between our peoples."
“To be honest, I was under the thought that we were still talking about the military. But that is also an interesting look at things in terms of industrial mindset. I guess it goes to show that perhaps, automation leads to a certain degree of complacency, among differences created in culture around work ethics.” The pen had been quick at work as he gathered his thoughts on the clues this interaction revealed before adding, “All in all, it’s a pretty telling tale”.
"It is, but we would be well to remember that not half a century ago, we were just learning how to use steam power as a planetary society. The things they do with their developments? Some say they're easily millenia ahead of what we could have imagined." She replied, shrugging in an almost 'what can ya do?' gesture. "And with how total the war they faced was, it's no surprise they sought to reduce the amount of people they needed for each task as much as possible. That way they could get far more out of each person to support what they needed. So in a way, it still ties to their old military systems."
"From what I gathered, it wasn't that they thought we weren't able to use the equipment, or that we wouldn't do well with it. They were just so used to the idea of minimizing workers while maximizing results safely that they didn't even think of the cultural or developmental differences, and how our side could have seen it as basically turning us into a pair of client races to their nation. I'm just glad that isn't the case, as shown by how they've more than eagerly sought to meet us half-way when such issues are brought up."
“That’s putting it lightly on their advancement. These are people who are always connected to a vast information network, one that runs extraordinarily deep. So deep to even touch their very souls you could even say. These things in their necks, the “geist” as the Hassanis call it, is far more powerful in how uniting it is.” The pen seemed to resume its inscription, his handwriting as the thought even passed from his mind into the conversation.
At this point, Ulric was well into page two of his notes, his elder mind clearly constantly adrum with thoughts. “Apparently, there is even a growing religion around it and many of the other life defying technologies they have. Like making people, real people, from tools and materials. It makes me glad we are not an overly religious set of people ourselves. Otherwise I would see that being a major clashing point.”
"Indeed. Though the Rweja could be called our most spiritual people. Though they see it more as a way to center themselves and refine their techniques if I recall correctly, instead of ascribing some kind of mystical importance to it." Gale replied, nodding. "And having had one plugged into my own neck, I can agree to just how deep that network goes. It's... impressive. And also absolutely terrifying because of how easy it would be to become completely dependent upon it."
The process of thinking almost made the man seem disheveled ever slightly now, the sheer level of information to process being an ordeal to go through.“And yet, somehow they manage to not be themselves, perhaps through how their past struggles have inscribed the need for strength and independence upon their behavior. One thing that massively fascinates me, is their ability to even move between bodies, or even give their own memories tangible visibilities for others to see.”
Setting the pen and pad down to give his hands a break, looked at Gaelstrix with a curious expression, “The Hassani you mentioned bonding with. Have you seen his memories, or has he offered to show you them before?”
Gale shook her head. "No. And I've never thought to ask. Honestly, it's been strange enough to learn how to use the Geist system itself. Especially all the aspects I need to be a pilot of their mechanical flying machines. We've just, well, done things the old fashioned way one might say. We've talked and discussed, but never shared memories or thoughts via the Geist, and he doesn't typically talk very in depth about his life prior to awakening here. At least not without prompting."
“I know it is not my business, and I am no kin of yours in this matter. However, I believe you should ask him, if for nothing more then to take advantage of an opportunity to more deeply know your lover. It is a level of understanding that I would say most species are just not naturally capable of, and it opens many doors when it comes to forming bonds as well as relationships.” He offered, as a sort of advice, but just also as a strong friendly suggestion given politely.
Gale smiled and nodded. "I probably will." She said, polishing off her drink, which meant she was done with her meal in full. "This has definitely been an interesting chat, and all stemming from us bumping into each other in the library of all places!"
Ulric realized his dishes were also empty, so lost in the conversation that he had forgotten that he had finished. “Well yes indeed, a very enthralling discussion. Hopefully I remembered to chew my steak as we were chatting away haha. I look forward to talking with you again, minus bumping maybe next time. Here, I’ll write down my contact info for you if you ever wish to meet, and greet again sometime.”
Gale smiled and took the slip of paper, and on another, put down her own. Well, all three of them. She technically had a residence here in Skylador, in Obsidian City, and at the Bahum 'capital' of Orgar City. "Whichever one you send to will get to me, no worries. I find myself with a lot of hats these days, and having to scurry between all three of my homes nowadays. As it is, a pleasure to have met you Ulric Tiamer, and I wish you good winds and serene sailings." She said, bowing her head while giving a common Tiamer version of 'till we meet again'.
“May the stars guide you to new peoples. Though I think we both know that they have already done so. Catch ya later, as the Hassani say.”, he offered back as he took the offered slips of paper. Filing them in between the pages of the notepad, closed it and stowed it with the pen back inside his satchel. Ulric left a stack of iron coins on the table, covering their tab, “A thank you for the meal location and good company.”
The grand library was much like a lot of the recent expansions to the city, joint construction that used elements of both cultures in their architecture. The library had been no different, and even boasted a multitude of books printed with newer methods of transcription and printing. Everyday, more and more tomes were brought in, or recorded to leather bound pages. In addition to this, there were several viewing rooms specifically set up for the viewing of media from the NDC.
Ulric, having long awaited the finalization of the building almost a decade ago now, made a habit of stopping by for a few weeks. Generally on trips back to the home lands, and visiting relatives in the stone cities of his people. The man had been saving back his income over the years of living among the hassanis, having donated a few large sums to the funding of such during development. In some ways, it was a relaxing delight, being among the giant wooden shelves, in a stone structure, complete with pillars across it’s front. The inside was also adorned with the fine furnishments of the NDC, much like some form of even royalty with the fine upholsteries and leathers.
The practically ancient Tiamer, still in his duskerian clothes, was perched in a chair as he flipped the pages of one such familiar tome. Even despite being essentially home, had grown too accustomed to the clothing and adopted the appearance after 50 years. A small smile was across his lips as he read the text on some of his people’s older stories and tales. A bit of a fun past time in his research as he compared the those of either peoples.
Galestrix walked in, smiling at the attendant as she walked past. She had watched the city grow from a little way station lead by an amusing Yilas who just wanted to run a bar and brew drinks. Now it was a city exploding in population and structures, mixing the solid stonework of those from Sirris, and the advanced materials and styles of the NDC.
But the people themselves were also a similar blend. But as it grew, people felt like it was time to start truly mixing knowledge, far better than was available in a singular place, be it the NDC capital or in any one Sirrisian city. And Gale honestly liked the idea of it. Including the chance to see what might be available. Which is why she was here today.
She was hoping that she could find some things that weren't stored on the 'geist' system, and there was just an excellent tactile sensation of handling paper. So she settled for coming in and looking through the shelves to see what lay in waiting.
Walking through, she slowed herself to peruse them, looking at the various stories that were mostly just tall tales and fictitious materials. Her tail was happily swaying behind her, head bobbing a touch as she let some music play via her Geist in her head. Alas, she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been, her tail ending up bumping into the chair which Ulric sat upon.
"Careful fair lady, might harm your tail if not mindful of it's joyful sway.", Ulric commented after his chair shuddered from the impact slightly. A mindful hand simply reaching over the side and guiding it around the edge of the chair. "It is nice to see your generation still so enamored with literature. I worried that our new…. Neighbors would draw attention away with their "media" material." It was not so much a fear, but a minor prediction on his part, similar to their presence causing a shift in balance.
Ulric was pleased to mostly be proved wrong on most of it. They weren't the first outsiders to visit, but definitely the first to take up mutual residence in this world. While they did not assert dominance, or forced rule upon the natives, such as he. Their technology had all but done so for them, the Vaigarin and Tumnisians having to learn to adapt to an extent already.
Turning as she was admonished for her tail's striking of the chair, Galestrix gives a small nod of her head. "My apologies." She said, trying to give a smile as she did. Giving the man a firm look, she couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly. He looked like a Tiamer, the horns and patches of scale she could see confirmed that much, but he lacked wings.
"As for my generation, well, I was only 39 when the Senti last left, and our new neighbors arrived." She attested, smiling. "So it's not so much still enamored as I'm still wrapping my head around what the NDC have brought with them, though I admit to doing better than some." She explained, gesturing to the library around them. "Besides, I like the feel of paper in my fingers over a cold pane of, I think glass or some transparent box in my view."
"At least with the senti, it was in small doses of exposure. But with these people living here… the saturation is more than we can understand right now. Tell me, how do you feel about it all?" Ulric slipped his book mark in and gently closed the cover of the book in his lap for the moment. He had no visible tail either, just horns, some scales, and his draconic eyes which stared at her in soft curiosity.
Galestrix shrugged. "Owing I am interacting with them quite regularly, being not only the granddaughter of Uldor Bahum, but also serving as one of the personal guards to Heinrich Pine, I'm of two minds. On one paw, I am curious and eager to see what they can bring to us, and teach us. On the other, I'm... torn by the sheer scope of difference. Like, copper of all things being a key part of providing smokeless light! I'm sure we'd have found it out eventually, but... The way they make some things seem so obvious that I cannot believe we never figured it out reminds me of just how, backwards we must seem to them technologically."
She shrugged helplessly at that. "But, I also admit to a feeling of pride in my chest when I see them stare helplessly themselves when they visit our cities, since they apparently struggle to build on the same scale as we do underground without risking their structures collapsing. Which I think makes this city all the more spectacular." She continued, smiling as she gestured to one of the 'ground level' balconies that let one look down to the over a dozen levels below that continued to house many more of the books that the 4 levels above didn't. "Skylador, I hope at least, will serve as a strong point of connection for both in as many ways as possible."
“And yet we’ve taken leaps under them, even our very digging and construction has been accelerated to the point that we can excavate and erect a new city in under a year. As much as they trickle the flow of development for our sake, the changes are inescapable, and they will be far more then even we anticipate.” The Bahum had him in thoughtful mode now, his mind wandering to all the paths that such forward momentum would carry their people. Ulric rose from his chair gently, slow in his movements as the thoughts swam about like so many fish in an ocean. “Surely you cannot be without concern for taking such advancements with caution?”. He asked as he joined her by the shelves.
A small smile met his lips as he found himself enjoying the conversation so far, but changed to embarrassment as he realized his own rudeness. Offering her a vaigarin greeting, introduced himself finally, “I am Ulric Tiamer, and i am so very rude for not giving an introduction first. Please excuse me, fair lady.”
"Oh stars. A formal Timaer greeting? I am shocked good sir!" Galestrix said, grinning as she took the proffered hand. "I may be the Elder's granddaughter, but I am still just a Bahum, a young one at that." She said, once they finished such things. "Though, I admit, I have heard things about the Tiamer Elder that make even an Abree blush."
A sort of pained look was mixed with the already existing embarrassment, which likewise grew at the statement. “Yes well…. My mother does have her…. Hobbies. I much more prefer shared tastes, and connections then sheer carnal desires. Though I am half tiamer, my father was also a bahum. Ulador is a good man to have as a grandfather.”
Gale blinked several times, and quickly her own face exploded in a deep blush of embarrassment. "Oh my... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to imply... I'm sorry for insulting her." Galestrix said, quickly shuffling to have enough space to properly bow in the Bahum style at Ulric. It was one thing to talk about one's Elder like she had, it was entirely another to imply things untoward about one's actual family.
The older vaigarin rubbed the back of his neck, as the situation grew increasingly awkward. “Don’t worry about it Mrs. Gale. I don’t exactly agree with my mother’s habits much, or how she conducts herself much. So the feeling is mutual, but she is still my mother at the end of the day. After 4,000 years, I've heard every comment under the sun about her anyways at this point.”
"That may be, but I don't want to risk disagreements arising between our Family's." She replied, trying to avoid too much trouble. "I'll try and keep that in mind as we talk though." She continued trying to save some face in the discussion.
"So, uhh, what brings you to this library?" She asked, figuring she could get things moving to a different topic so that they could try and forget the last discussion point.
Ulric lifted the large book he had been reading before their encounter, “Simply put, research. Well sort of, I find that I may have gotten distracted, reading a few stories of my youth along the way.” With a chuckle and making sure his bookmark was secure, offered her the book to see the material, a large tome of some of their oldest tales. “I was comparing ours to those of the Hassani’s, as I’m studying the people of the NDC, in every way that I can. They are quite fascinating, and so much older then us as a species, if their very knowledge wasn’t indication of that already.”
Eyes glanced at the shelf they stood beside, peeking at where she herself had been looking, and in fact where the gap was that the tome was before. “Were you also here for tales and mythology, or perhaps just a few tales to pass the time?”
"I was looking to for some stories I could present to some of the NDC that they may not be so familiar with. Especially since, well, there's plenty we don't even keep a good track of our own stories." Galestrix admitted, shrugging. "Some things that could help the NDC better understand us a race." She continued.
"As for age... I think there might be some dispute about that. We have to remember, that they lost a lot of their own history and knowledge of their past due to their, so called, 'Last War'." She said, shrugging.
“Think though, of their finite lives compared to us, and the progress in learning they’ve made. Their learning had to have happened in much smaller steps then for us, having to train and teach far more young then us. Waiting for them to grow enough to practice the passed on knowledge, and then pass it on again to the next generation.” The older of the two wasn’t so much disagreeing, but making a point of thought, but what she said was also true. “But you are also right that we cannot know for sure with so little in the way of records.”, he added as if to note that he didn’t disagree.
“As for the last war they fought, now that…. Has more then enough material on it. It is strange to think of such grand in scale conflicts. It is a rather frightening idea, that anyone would willingly go to war with their own people, much less to the point of bringing such ruin.” A deep shudder was given as he even said it, having had a hard time wrapping his head around such things. For a people to shed their own blood, to the point of being pointless.
Galestrix shrugged. "I can't say I understand it, but I also respect it, such that I did join up with the NDC's military. I'm even a pilot in it. Grandfather though, seemed very, unhappy about that however. I think he still remembers whatever it was that the Family's did in his youth. And why there are Coppers, but no Family for them."
Ulric looked pensive at the mention of the coppers, “Yes… that incident, I do remember it well. I am glad it was not anywhere comparable in scale, but regrettable all the same. Perhaps we have our specie’s relatively low numbers to partly thank there.” Not intending to change subjects, but feeling it important anyways, asked “How’s your mate i’ve heard about?”
“From the news I’ve heard, you joined more then their royal navy, but the family too. I slightly envy you, being able to be privy to their inner politics. Even close enough to pick the brains of the Archdukes. That is what the humans say, yes? “Pick their brain”, which sounds very odd honestly.”
"It is a weird saying. I don't understand many of their sayings honestly, but Heinrich has made the entire experience with both their military and the royal family, interesting." She admitted, giving a nervous chuckle. "But it's more weird how many Vaigarin have begun to treat me. Like I'm some kind of, well, not traitor to our people or world, but also not really part of it anymore. Despite the fact that a large part of why I took up the positions I did, was to understand them from within, as opposed to from without." She acknowledged with a sigh.
“Ugh, sounds like the young are mistaking what makes us who we are. We are not Vaigarin because of who we work with, but who, and what we are. Ignore their ignorance, and if it is any consolation, I still see you as one of us.” Perhaps some gesture at that moment would have been appropriate, but also unsure if any was. “If anything, you’re helping bridge the gap.”
"I mean, the majority of those disappointed in me are not of the Bahum family. As our Family is most known for interacting with Star Visitors... we just see it as you do. Me bridging the gap to help better bring the NDC and our peoples together." She said, smiling. "But I was mostly looking for something to give to Heinrich to read and learn about our peoples. Especially as he seems intent on some kind of project he doesn't want to talk to me about beyond asking the occasional odd question."
Ulric was curious now, but delightedly so. “Very intriguing, and perhaps you’ll tell me all about it someday when he unveils it to you. If it doesn’t not end up being too intimate of a project that is.” Taking his bookmark from the book, handed it over to her graciously, as helping seemed to bear far more interesting fruit at some point in the future possibly. “I hope this will work then, as it was exactly what I was reading. Perhaps fate decided for this encounter afterall.”, Ulric offered with a small humorful chuckle.
"If I were blind, I would almost say you must be a Rweja with a statement like that." Gale replied, taking the proffered book and hugging it to herself. "But still, I thank you very much for this. I hope it isn't anything too crazy honestly. He does seem able to worry me at times with such things, despite his efforts to become a professor."
“One who enjoys the nightlife too, as I've had the honor of bartending for him at a… what was it called, a “rove, or ravine” I think? I knew you had partnered with a royal, but never would have guessed that particular one. I hear rumors in the bars, and occasional functions like those that I work at from time to time.” A small grin rose to his lips as he remembered the younger man in question, having remembered to have served him drinks in an underground party of sorts.
"He does enjoy his... Raves I think they were called. I don't always join him for them, but he does drag me out to them. I think they're just a touch too busy for my tastes. But, I also admit to being an odd Bahum to begin with." She admitted, with an unsurprised giggle. "But he has also shown to be quite capable as a teacher in his own right."
“I can respect any man who enjoys the arts, scholastics, and fun in equal measure. Perhaps one of these days I can sit down and truly meet the fellow. I will definitely say he has fine taste in maidens, if you will hopefully not think me too presumptuous in saying so.” A small bow of courtesy was given with the compliment, ulric unable to go without giving some of his charm a stroll when with a lady. Finally he added, “Please do let me know if you seek any other material, I am fairly familiar with the layout of the grand library at this point.”
"My thanks. I would say I would offer you the same, but most don't find they need a lot of help in Skylador's red light district. And the few places I know outside of it are much more niche locales anyways. Like Tella's little bar in the 'entertainment' district of the city. Still amazing how her little way station became a lynchpin of the entire city's development." Gale replied with a snort.
“Perhaps not on such matters such as that, but… perhaps you can aid me in finding a good quality meal in the city. I used to know a few places as the city began as just a village, but alas, I am far behind the times of its current layouts. Being more occupied in their capital and all.” The offer was sort of the man’s way of also subtly offering a lunch meet. Ulric knew not how long she had been there, or if she had already eaten, but was worth a shot. Surely she would hopefully not think it was a date offer.
"I see. A good meal hmm? Are you feeling something more fitting to our palettes, or something more NDC?" Gale asked, bringing a finger up to tap at her chin as she thought about it. Tella's was an option of course, but there were a few others available in the area for them to choose from. Some being more traditional Sirrisian affairs, others being more catering to the NDC tastes with them mingling in this melting pot of the two cultures.
That was strangely never a thought that crossed his mind, which intrigued Ulric in the fact it hadn’t. The man no longer looked at food, on the basis of correct culture anymore. After all, it was all just meat to him, and quite frankly meat was not a culturally specific thing. “I do not have a preference in that regard. Take me to where you find the best food in your opinion. Surely there is somewhere you visit here frequently for meals when in town?”
Ironically most “media”, pointed at females being more indecisive on locations for meals, or was that what the Hassani called a “meme”? It was still hard to tell what was internet humor, philosophical terminology, or some form of recorded half truth. One of the shortcomings of this “media”, the lack of contact to get accurate reads on those you engaged with in the interaction. In either regard, it was humorful in how he somehow was the one to fall into such a stereotype. After all, he was the stranger to this town, even if the much older of the two.
Gale pondered that for a few moments. "How about Chasm's? I remember it being a pretty good place to dine at when I would visit the Abree Valley. I was surprised to learn that the founder thought it would be a good idea to establish a second place here in Skylador, since it is being touted as a point for all cultures to meet. Why not mix the various Vaigarin ones." She said, smiling. "Their roast roach is absolutely amazing."
“Splendid, we can head there whenever you are ready then. Would you like to go by foot, or wheel contraption, or car as they call it?”, Ulric asked, so that the details were sorted out now at the very least. He was in no rush of course, but it was nice to know how they both wished to proceed. He had already been here most of the morning, and finished a few volumes of text, even looked over the building infrastructure blueprints. The tiamer man was quite pleased with the day’s studies to say the least, and most certainly eager to continue them at a later time.
"Why not by wing?" She asked, grinning. Of course, she was already heading towards the front desk. She'd put a request for the tome in her hands to be shipped to Obsidian so that she could hand it to Heinrich when she was next there. "Unless you actively opt not to have them?" She asked, glancing at him as she did.
“Only for appearances purely, so yes we can. I guess I’ve perhaps become too accustomed to NDC modes of transportation. I’ve even been quite fond of taking the one called a “bus” even.”, he agreed. It was true, he hadn’t flown much, save for his last date to show off a little. Ulric thought on that, and figured perhaps he should exercise his unused wings far more from now on. He couldn’t let them go unused for too long, otherwise they may weaken beyond use eventually. The very absurd idea of a flightless dragon.
Gale chuckled, and shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, it's nice and all, but I still find I like stretching my wings for myself. Both like this and in our natural form." She said happily, stepping outside. Once she was on the street and able to get enough room to stretch out her wings to get the maximum amount of surface area to let her begin to flap, letting her get off the concrete which formed the sidewalk. Plenty were buffeted by the movements, but the other Vaigarin and the Tumnisians in the crowd merely took it in stride and continued on. But the NDC citizens in the crowd were taken aback and stunned, unable to take their eyes off the dragoness as she got to a sensible hovering height. Meaning she was pretty close to the 'cars' which were not tied to the ground, flowing in their own traffic paths between the buildings.
Ulric reached back to the backside of his shirt, unbuttoning what merely looked like a design for fashion of it. But instead, were fabric flaps that could be opened when wings were required, a must that has been customly added to all his shirts. With them undone, his appendages of flight grew from his back and slid through, before spreading anew after their reformation. With a few powerful strokes to the same effect as his companion, was in the air following her. Their flight being ignored by half, and being taken notice in varying degrees by the others.
To fly gave a new perspective, something he had sorely gone without for a while until now, save for very rare occasions. “How far is this establishment that we are onwards to? A bit further then walking I hope, so that our wings may stay aloft just a bit longer.”, he called in pursuit as Gale lead the way for them. The elder of the two, was quite interested to see what kind of place she was leading him too, and how much of a mix it would be in culture if any.
"It's on the far side of Skylador from here. So a solid flight for us." She called back, making sure to avoid swooping into the middle of the aerial traffic that filled the city's space between its taller buildings. It was times like these that she was glad she'd taken to wearing the, admittedly tight, leggings she did. She wasn't sure how well the much older Vaigarin would have taken on her flight. She knew some Families had very different ideas of 'decency' than others.
Far sooner than either would have liked for the flight, but vastly sooner than they could have gotten walking, they arrived at the low building, only two stories tall. It was done in a fashion to make it look like a carved out hollow in the underground cities of the natives had erupted onto the surface, with a well made sign on the front of it reading "Chasm's", with the 's' reversed and looking like it had a Vaigarin's tail extending from it.
Angling her flight carefully, Gale soon settled her boots with their tall heels confidently on the sidewalk with a click of the hells impact, as she turned to watch her erstwhile dinner companion arrive.
Ulric gave two powerful flaps to slow his fall, before curving his wings into a glide. A bit firm of a landing, but one that felt required for the less spacious street. Once his shoes were on solid ground once more, his wings were pulled back into his flesh, re-unified into his more humanoid form once again. “Very artistic style with the sign. I take it that one of our own runs this establishment?”, he casually commented before joining her at the door. Making sure to keep up with his manners, opened the door for her even with a smile.
"The owner is an Abree who also owns the one in the Abree Valley. As I said, he thought it would be a good way to showcase the different Family cultures in one place with Skylador being such a melting pot of ideas." Gale said, smiling and nodding graciously as she accepted the offer and stepped in. She hadn't gotten quite as skilled as Ulric clearly was, and so opted to just pull her wings in as close as she could to avoid bumping things.
Where the exterior had been rougher carved stone, the interior was smooth to a polished finish, with tiles of some other mineral material on the floor. The furniture was a combination of stone, wood, and cushions. The irony to the Tiamer was how much their familiar style now felt like that of dwarves of fairy tales. Nonetheless, it was homey, and a hearth fiercely lit, keeping the interior pleasantly warm to the touch. If he had to guess from his studies, was that tubes lead from the hearth and into the walls, allowing the heat further use then just around said hearth.
A small fond smile took to his lips at the internal observation, finding the taste of home, rather endearing. “I could have sworn we walked into a high class inn, right in the hold center almost. Certainly gives a deep feeling of home, something Hassani comforts seems lacking despite complexity.”, Ulric mused aloud as they entered, already thinking of where they should sit as well. “Good friends with the owner, or just a frequent customer?”, the tiamer added in curiosity.
"Just a semi-regular of the establishment." Gale replied, nodding to the host that broke from the stand that marked the entrance to guide them to a table. There was almost no one present currently, but they were at the tail end of what some would consider the 'lunch rush'. "I tend to come here for the sake of just very familiar cooking. And while they might not challenge of Fucon chef, Abree do make very good, very home feeling meals." She said, smiling more, watching the host prepare a table that had room around it for such Vaigarin particularities such as tails and wings. The more closely packed areas had Tumnisian and NDC persons present, distinct widely by their difference in dress.
Taking one of the offered menus, Gale began to glance over it while she picked a chair absent-mindedly.
Taking the seat across, and taking one of the menus that were in a small holder on the table. It was definitely nice to have an actual paper menu again, even noticing how some of the younger Hassani present eyed them as if they were foreign objects. Looking back to the menu though, and giving it a tentative look over he commented, “Even the meals are homestyle, just in all giving a comfortable at home feel. At least we have some things in common with them.” This little casual hangout, was providing him a nice little insight into his own culture from someone other then himself.
“Through some of the material I’ve read, the Hassani used to have similar places. They were called “diners”, for much the same sort of experience. It’s nice to see such links in behavior, things that everyone wants to feel and experience regardless of race.” Perhaps now was a bad time to geek out about xeno shared psychology, but it was all so fascinating. If he had not been caught up in the thought, Ulric would have probably realized how rude it might be. Or one might hope he would anyway…
"Apparently they have a lot of things in the same vein." She replied, before noticing the waiter heading their way. "Roasted Roach with the Quezto vinegar rub please. I'll have some water to drink as well." She said, smiling to the waiter. Once Ulric had given his order, she nodded to him. "They may not have as good a feel of their 'home' sense as we do, due to their conflict prior to coming here, they still seek such things. But I imagine they have as much to learn about the more 'older' media we have that they're relearning. Like paper filled books." She said, chuckling as she noticed the Hassani's figuring out the paper menus.
"I'm not sure how many have visited our theatres and music halls, but I imagine they're as confused by them as we are by their 'digital' entertainment media. The fact that you can watch a play and it be exactly the same every time... It's very interesting. But it can be saddening since you don't get those interesting quirks from the changes between plays you get with live performances." She said, returning her focus to Ulric.
“Oh I agree, as half the performance in the character that the actor brings to the stage, or how the one musician plucks the strings to add to that moment in the story. So much heart lost in their digital transcription, getting it once, and only once until recorded once more.” He agreed, giving a small gesture of disappointment at the thought of taking that aspect out of the performance. He was never a savant of such arts, but there was still things to be said about those sorts of connections that the actors strode for in their audiences. “Perhaps it goes back to their war?” Ulric queried as he settled into the seat, taking a sip of Abree made mead after it was delivered to the table.
Continuing, the older vaigarin added onto that thought. “I may have said it already, but it is almost incomprehensible to think of such a scale of devastation. Of a conflict capable of ravaging a world to ruin, even as we as a people, have yet to fully have domain over our own. Much less the power to leave it.”
"I've had to receive a bit of a crash course in the subject, due to how much I've tied myself to their Royal Family, though it was kind of an unintended effect of getting to know one of them." Gale admitted, chuckling. "On one claw, I could almost welcome such a thing if only to help rid us of the Pack Roaches, and some of the other nastier things that threaten even us... but on the other claw, I also know that those things are vital to the health of our world, since even we have learned that even our own strength, is not unbeatable." She muses, shrugging.
"But as it is, they're desperate in a lot of ways to have something they can hold onto, that they can cite as theirs that isn't painful memories of a world ravaged by seemingly unending conflict and desolation. And they want that something to be stable and unchanging, only so that they can pass it on as wholly as they can."
“Understandable, I just hope that they’ve learned from that past as much as possible. As enlightened as they may seem, I am still worried that they may do more harm then good by the end.” Ulric picked up his cup to drink from the contents, the mead sweet on his tongue with flavors of various berries mixed with their equivalent of honey. “I think it is a very real concern, but one we can help guide them through.”, he added as he began to cut into his rare steak, popping a few succulent chunks into his mouth.
Gale nodded, cutting into her own steak. "They seem to have done just that. Learned that is. I can't say they won't make mistakes. If they don't, I would think them vastly more enlightened and impossible than we are. But having actually experienced when they made a mistake, of a cultural sort, and helped them to correct it. So I'm pretty sure they aren't god-like beings. Just highly advanced." She said, stuffing the chunk of cooked roach meat into her mouth.
“You would be the person with the assessment of them to trust. Even though I have lived among them for a few decades now, you get to see their inner workings. An opportunity that I am honestly envious of, if you don’t mind me saying.” Ulric commented after a few savored mouthfuls of their fare. It was tasting of home, something he would definitely note for future visits to make for. Turning back though, waited to see her reaction and thoughts on his statement.
There was a slight teasing chuckle in how he had delivered it, meaning the jealousy part in a more lighthearted jest. But it was in fact, something he wished he had access and the insight into, like she did as a royal now. After all, it may not seem like it, but her position now held weight among the Hassani people even if not evident. Ulric was also curious just how much she realized it as well, and her thoughts on being in such an… interesting position.
Gale chuckled around her food. Once she swallowed, she shrugged. "Imagine if you will, a group of Yilas who are humble and actually do work. And you have the NDC's royal family. Though their military people remind me of the Tumnisians who chose to serve as guards to us. Or in some cases, the few Lobah I know." She mused. "As for the opportunity, it has it's pros and cons." She admitted, after taking another bite of her meal. "Sure, I get to more readily speak with them, get their views, help them understand us and the Tumnisians, but at the same time, there's a lot they talk about or do that I just lack the context for. Things that our knowledge and technology just hadn't considered or even thought possible. Like, for example, using copper of all things as a way to help conduct power."
“That is understandable for beings like us, who have not reached that far in understanding what their people call science. Surely the same could be said for your mate, when introduced to our customs, or more specific policies of tradition that must seem so archaic.” A few more bites were had, as this taste had made him hungry indeed. His pace was becoming a bit more consumption then conversation, but he still continued the discussion. Clearing his throat and pallet with a sip of mead, added “I would be interested in hearing any thoughts on us he’s shared.”
"Well, he's more open minded than many Hassani. I still don't understand why they view Bahum bonding so negatively, even after having had it explained to me." Gale said, sighing. "I know the Bahum are odd in that we have more women then men for reasons none of us really understand, but we've adopted practices that accept and account for it. And yet, the people of the NDC use 'Bahum Harem' as a slur." She finished, huffing in anger.
"Sorry, sore spot that I've been dealing with a lot. As for his thoughts, well, he tries hard to understand our culture, even as I keep reminding him that I can only really give him an explanation of Bahum culture, not others."
“I’ve been called a playboy, having also taken more after my bahum upbringing. Though unlike my mother, I settle for mates and not…. Samplers.”, he admitted with a small sigh, bringing up his mother’s behavior and much of the same judgment he had gotten. There was a small wave in his hand as if shooing the negative thoughts away though as more bites of steak were cut away from the whole on his plate. “Their tendencies on such relationships and mating seem so widely varied, and vastly different like night and day. At this point, I would say it is something that is safe for us to no longer pay any mind to.”
Galestrix sighed. "I think it's just difficult for the Hassani to really grasp the way each Family is. Much less our Elders. I know that many still wonder why Uledor is the only 'wizened old' Vaigarin they've seen... Despite him being quite fit and vigorous. He just likes to play the role to throw others off." She remarked, snorting. "The Hassani seem to think our Elder's reflect us as a whole."
“People who know my mother tend to ask if I’m something called a “Cougar”, like she is. Personally it’s her choice in rules, but I wish she was not so openly jovial with it. Among our own, it is a non-issue, but among the Hassani it breeds rumors. As for taking them as a whole, well I cannot accurately say that is true.” Ulric said going on now of societal impressions, and rumors. “If anything, it always gets added into their media they refer to as “memes”, which I can only find two contradicting definitions of what the hell they even are.”
"True. At least the Yilas Elder currently is one of the few sane ones they've had to my understanding. So there can be good. I mean, I heard that he decried that each Yillas would only have 100x their age for gemstones in their attire!" Gale replied, chuckling at the image of a humble Yilas. Sure, she knew a few, but the Family as a rule, was just so many 'peacocks' as the Hassani called them referencing some bird of theirs with very flashy plumage.
"But to hear that the Tiamer Elder is that way... I thought it was just tall tales spread to criticize her. I know plenty of rumors and tall tales about my grandfather's choice of looking like a Tumnisian in the last tenth of his life were all made to make him seem weak willed and unwilling to stand firm, but, let's be honest, he wouldn't have survived this long if he was either of those things."
At this point, Ulric had finished the majority of his steak, letting his mead swirl the mug with idle wrist motions as he thought. “Unfortunately in my case, it is entirely true. I guess I can count my blessings as the Hassani say, that I was born her son. That being said, I have a few siblings widely apart in age because of her habits.”, he said before taking a long sip. “Makes family bonding a tad hard as you might imagine.”
Gale gave Ulric a forlorn smile. "I'm a Bahum. I have siblings and half siblings of all stripes and ages. We make things work. Better or ill." She replied, thinking of the complex web that typically made up a Bahum family tree. Especially since, to date, there hasn't been a noted 'stop point' for Vaigarin to have children. So it stood entirely possible that any sexually active Vaigarin could have children up until the point of their death. Meaning that one could have children of wildly varying ages.
"Still, I imagine things can get awkward with her, due to her tastes?" Gale asked, having finished her own meal and was now just enjoying the flagon of ale she had ordered. "I'm just imagining it can be, so better to ask then let my mind run wild."
“Most have never met the other parent, and those that tried to stay, she has to date turned down. So yeah, it’s awkward, like she’s purposely making it hard. By the skies, I couldn’t even tell you who my own father is.” The last part almost seemed to be admitted with a dejected manner, as it was a headache and a half to deal with. Most of the time, he met siblings by pure chance, or at extremely unexpected times when making the occasional trip home for a visit.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how hard that must be. I suppose that's one of the few benefits of the Bahum mate bonding style... Despite having so many females tied to one male at a time, you can be sure you're certain of your father." Gale admitted, sighing. "I hope this direction the conversation has taken hasn't ruined the mood too much."
An apologetic wave to not worry about it was given, after setting his utensils down on the now empty platter. Retaking the mug of mead in hand, continued, “It’s fine, I’ve grown used to it. Why I am never home, traveling and studying. Gets me away from the antics, and hopefully I can write a lot of it down along the way.” Ulric confided as he mentioned the birth of his travels, and hobbyist tendencies that his curiosity was driven by.
It was very much the reason he practically lived in libraries, the NDC simply gave him whole new ones to bump around in. And a new distraction to get him away from home, and his mother, as well as the idea that he was likely the next elder after her. It was a job he neither wanted, or wished to be saddled with after the image she would leave it in.
"That's probably as fair a reason as any. I do hope you've gotten some very interesting writings done. I can easily imagine the sheer scope of changes sweeping our world, and how having a first hand account for those who come after they're done would be invaluable." Gale replied, smiling slightly. She was rather grateful he hadn't taken offense to the earlier topic. "Have you gotten anything of particular note?"
“Currently on topics around mining, and agriculture. Most of my other material are various notes on their culture, which after fifty years, is still a bit of an enigma to me. Haven’t gotten any sort of close look at them militarily, or medically.” It was a simple answer, as that was about all he needed to say on it. Talking about the contents would be a different matter, but that would require he had it on hand for her to be able to read.
"Oh? Our methods and techniques, or the NDC's? Because if you want, I have a lovely story about how that had such an interesting culture clash between both sides." Gale said, smiling.
“Well more theirs as that’s the focus of my research. But I am interested to hear this story though, it might offer insight into how we differ there as well.” Producing a notepad from a pocket, and a strange combo between a modern pen and quill. Started the header for the small document as he waited for her to continue, “You are quite a gold hoard of information if I must say.”
"Ha. Only a Yiilas would consider gold of all things valuable. If I needed a horde of metal, I'll take iron any day." Gale replied, chuckling. "But as it is... So, this was about a decade ago. We were working with the NDC to expand one of the city districts in Orgar City. They'd brought some of their advanced mining machines, which only need one person to do the work that we used to need a hundred for. There was concern that we were being rendered dependant upon the NDC with the technologies. I simply helped by suggesting they find a way to meet us halfway. The Tumnisians are used to needing large numbers of workers to do the job, while the NDC have tools that make each worker akin to a hundred." She said, smiling in memory.
"So, from the advanced automated miners they'd provided, not really thinking of the mindset we had at the time, to powered suits with their jackhammers, mining cutters and general use hardsuits, which still improved the ability of the Tumnisians to dig, and be safe about it. They also helped us with getting a manufactory and storage systems to support all of it built in the city. It helped soothe a potentially dangerous divide between our peoples."
“To be honest, I was under the thought that we were still talking about the military. But that is also an interesting look at things in terms of industrial mindset. I guess it goes to show that perhaps, automation leads to a certain degree of complacency, among differences created in culture around work ethics.” The pen had been quick at work as he gathered his thoughts on the clues this interaction revealed before adding, “All in all, it’s a pretty telling tale”.
"It is, but we would be well to remember that not half a century ago, we were just learning how to use steam power as a planetary society. The things they do with their developments? Some say they're easily millenia ahead of what we could have imagined." She replied, shrugging in an almost 'what can ya do?' gesture. "And with how total the war they faced was, it's no surprise they sought to reduce the amount of people they needed for each task as much as possible. That way they could get far more out of each person to support what they needed. So in a way, it still ties to their old military systems."
"From what I gathered, it wasn't that they thought we weren't able to use the equipment, or that we wouldn't do well with it. They were just so used to the idea of minimizing workers while maximizing results safely that they didn't even think of the cultural or developmental differences, and how our side could have seen it as basically turning us into a pair of client races to their nation. I'm just glad that isn't the case, as shown by how they've more than eagerly sought to meet us half-way when such issues are brought up."
“That’s putting it lightly on their advancement. These are people who are always connected to a vast information network, one that runs extraordinarily deep. So deep to even touch their very souls you could even say. These things in their necks, the “geist” as the Hassanis call it, is far more powerful in how uniting it is.” The pen seemed to resume its inscription, his handwriting as the thought even passed from his mind into the conversation.
At this point, Ulric was well into page two of his notes, his elder mind clearly constantly adrum with thoughts. “Apparently, there is even a growing religion around it and many of the other life defying technologies they have. Like making people, real people, from tools and materials. It makes me glad we are not an overly religious set of people ourselves. Otherwise I would see that being a major clashing point.”
"Indeed. Though the Rweja could be called our most spiritual people. Though they see it more as a way to center themselves and refine their techniques if I recall correctly, instead of ascribing some kind of mystical importance to it." Gale replied, nodding. "And having had one plugged into my own neck, I can agree to just how deep that network goes. It's... impressive. And also absolutely terrifying because of how easy it would be to become completely dependent upon it."
The process of thinking almost made the man seem disheveled ever slightly now, the sheer level of information to process being an ordeal to go through.“And yet, somehow they manage to not be themselves, perhaps through how their past struggles have inscribed the need for strength and independence upon their behavior. One thing that massively fascinates me, is their ability to even move between bodies, or even give their own memories tangible visibilities for others to see.”
Setting the pen and pad down to give his hands a break, looked at Gaelstrix with a curious expression, “The Hassani you mentioned bonding with. Have you seen his memories, or has he offered to show you them before?”
Gale shook her head. "No. And I've never thought to ask. Honestly, it's been strange enough to learn how to use the Geist system itself. Especially all the aspects I need to be a pilot of their mechanical flying machines. We've just, well, done things the old fashioned way one might say. We've talked and discussed, but never shared memories or thoughts via the Geist, and he doesn't typically talk very in depth about his life prior to awakening here. At least not without prompting."
“I know it is not my business, and I am no kin of yours in this matter. However, I believe you should ask him, if for nothing more then to take advantage of an opportunity to more deeply know your lover. It is a level of understanding that I would say most species are just not naturally capable of, and it opens many doors when it comes to forming bonds as well as relationships.” He offered, as a sort of advice, but just also as a strong friendly suggestion given politely.
Gale smiled and nodded. "I probably will." She said, polishing off her drink, which meant she was done with her meal in full. "This has definitely been an interesting chat, and all stemming from us bumping into each other in the library of all places!"
Ulric realized his dishes were also empty, so lost in the conversation that he had forgotten that he had finished. “Well yes indeed, a very enthralling discussion. Hopefully I remembered to chew my steak as we were chatting away haha. I look forward to talking with you again, minus bumping maybe next time. Here, I’ll write down my contact info for you if you ever wish to meet, and greet again sometime.”
Gale smiled and took the slip of paper, and on another, put down her own. Well, all three of them. She technically had a residence here in Skylador, in Obsidian City, and at the Bahum 'capital' of Orgar City. "Whichever one you send to will get to me, no worries. I find myself with a lot of hats these days, and having to scurry between all three of my homes nowadays. As it is, a pleasure to have met you Ulric Tiamer, and I wish you good winds and serene sailings." She said, bowing her head while giving a common Tiamer version of 'till we meet again'.
“May the stars guide you to new peoples. Though I think we both know that they have already done so. Catch ya later, as the Hassani say.”, he offered back as he took the offered slips of paper. Filing them in between the pages of the notepad, closed it and stowed it with the pen back inside his satchel. Ulric left a stack of iron coins on the table, covering their tab, “A thank you for the meal location and good company.”