ShadowHounder
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ShadowHounder and Frostlich: Secrets Hidden in Plain Sight Part 5
"That's! Incredible! With that power we could collect fossil DNA from millions of years ago!" Zara's eyes widened as she exclaimed.
"I wouldn't count on it." Abigail stated as she prepare a pot of water. "Anything I rewind to a hundred years or greater only remains that way temporarily. The longer the jump, the less time it remains that way."
"Interesting. So there is a limit."
"Everything has limits, even magic..." The young girl muttered, her gaze lowering for just a moment. "Are you a coffee or a tea person?"
"Right now? Tea." She laughed.
The young mage poured more water into the pot before tapping the bottom of it. It glowed teal briefly before steam erupted out the top. Abigail poured the water into the mug and handed it to Zara... Along side a bag of herbs.
"You all are very hospitable. It's quite refreshing." She stated, dipping her bag in.
"Everyone has their own story and their own background..." Abigail remarked as she finished repairing the house. "I'm not one to judge them for that."
"Not them. Other people we meet." Zara corrected.
"I don't know... Archmage Natherion has always been distasteful towards anyone not from the guild." Abigail replied has she prepped a pot of coffee. "No doubt he gave you a hard time. But let's not worry about that. I'm curious about your people and your culture."
"So you really don't know anything about us?" She confirmed.
"I've lived a sheltered life in a sheltered society... Are you really expecting me to know anything beyond magic, science and the anatomy of a phoenix?" The young girl gave Zara a coy grin as she poured two mugs of coffee.
"Who knows. Maybe you were curious." She subtly scanned her tea with her eyeball scanner, just in case, before taking a sip.
The tea itself had not been altered in any way... But further inspection would reveal that some of the molecules were locked in place. Could it be a side effect of her magic? "Sorry... I just want to learn as much as I can before I encounter my brother again. He went and bailed on us to explore the cosmos, so I want to be able to surprise him once I track his ass down."
"Is this the son you mentioned?" Zara nodded. "If you like I can try to have him located."
"Nah, that would just ruin the fun of it." The maiden remarked while drinking from one of the mugs.
Arthur walk into the room moments later, pulling the other mug into his hand with magic. "I'll be out speaking with this Paladin's leaders for a bit... I'll be back in probably a week... Depending on travel."
"Probably faster than that. Faster than Light and such." Zara commented.
"If your leaders are anything like the Archmages... They'll find a way to drag it out." Arthur muttered unamusingly.
"He really doesn't like politics..." Abigail whisper to the Fee lady before her father left.
"Oh. I understand the sentiment." She took another drink. "We have a Meritocracy. We elect those in office who we feel are the best for the job to a council of eleven members, then they elect one to become Grand Caesar, hopefully taking the concerns of the people in mind."
"Unfortunately. Selection of officials tend to favor the leads of major companies with a lot of pull. So in practice it looks more like an oligarchy. And the thing about a Meritocracy is just because you are considered best for the job, doesn't mean you're a good person or support the people."
"Well... Best of luck to you two." Abigail waved them off as Arthur teleported them back into Zara's ship.
"That's! Incredible! With that power we could collect fossil DNA from millions of years ago!" Zara's eyes widened as she exclaimed.
"I wouldn't count on it." Abigail stated as she prepare a pot of water. "Anything I rewind to a hundred years or greater only remains that way temporarily. The longer the jump, the less time it remains that way."
"Interesting. So there is a limit."
"Everything has limits, even magic..." The young girl muttered, her gaze lowering for just a moment. "Are you a coffee or a tea person?"
"Right now? Tea." She laughed.
The young mage poured more water into the pot before tapping the bottom of it. It glowed teal briefly before steam erupted out the top. Abigail poured the water into the mug and handed it to Zara... Along side a bag of herbs.
"You all are very hospitable. It's quite refreshing." She stated, dipping her bag in.
"Everyone has their own story and their own background..." Abigail remarked as she finished repairing the house. "I'm not one to judge them for that."
"Not them. Other people we meet." Zara corrected.
"I don't know... Archmage Natherion has always been distasteful towards anyone not from the guild." Abigail replied has she prepped a pot of coffee. "No doubt he gave you a hard time. But let's not worry about that. I'm curious about your people and your culture."
"So you really don't know anything about us?" She confirmed.
"I've lived a sheltered life in a sheltered society... Are you really expecting me to know anything beyond magic, science and the anatomy of a phoenix?" The young girl gave Zara a coy grin as she poured two mugs of coffee.
"Who knows. Maybe you were curious." She subtly scanned her tea with her eyeball scanner, just in case, before taking a sip.
The tea itself had not been altered in any way... But further inspection would reveal that some of the molecules were locked in place. Could it be a side effect of her magic? "Sorry... I just want to learn as much as I can before I encounter my brother again. He went and bailed on us to explore the cosmos, so I want to be able to surprise him once I track his ass down."
"Is this the son you mentioned?" Zara nodded. "If you like I can try to have him located."
"Nah, that would just ruin the fun of it." The maiden remarked while drinking from one of the mugs.
Arthur walk into the room moments later, pulling the other mug into his hand with magic. "I'll be out speaking with this Paladin's leaders for a bit... I'll be back in probably a week... Depending on travel."
"Probably faster than that. Faster than Light and such." Zara commented.
"If your leaders are anything like the Archmages... They'll find a way to drag it out." Arthur muttered unamusingly.
"He really doesn't like politics..." Abigail whisper to the Fee lady before her father left.
"Oh. I understand the sentiment." She took another drink. "We have a Meritocracy. We elect those in office who we feel are the best for the job to a council of eleven members, then they elect one to become Grand Caesar, hopefully taking the concerns of the people in mind."
"Unfortunately. Selection of officials tend to favor the leads of major companies with a lot of pull. So in practice it looks more like an oligarchy. And the thing about a Meritocracy is just because you are considered best for the job, doesn't mean you're a good person or support the people."
"Well... Best of luck to you two." Abigail waved them off as Arthur teleported them back into Zara's ship.