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For all sorts of very good reasons, Faith was usually pretty tricky to offend and now was no different. She shook her head, just slightly as he asked if he'd offended her. "Offended is too strong a word. I object to the assessment that my morality is chosen for me, but I object to it on the same grounds as if you told me I had blonde hair or was rather tall." The five foot four woman with raven black hair smiled at him. He could think it if he wanted, he was obviously wrong and that was his problem, not hers. "So no, no offence taken." On the Eternal Empire, though? Again, Faith shrugged. "Because there is a large group of people who do one thing, it does not mean everyone does. They used to have a presence on Scalvoris, quite a significant one by all accounts." They who didn't have slavery, but allowed it here, and who looked after their people but abandoned this place. Faith had a very low opinion of the Eternal Empire and frankly, she thought that they really didn't deserve Kura who was evidently the best of a very, very bad bunch and stood several people taller than the rest of them.
If this chap was a Yludih, frankly he was doing a poor job of pretending to be an Eidisi. He was all chipper and enthusiastic, which she believed them not to be but more than that, he seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. That, she knew, was wrong and the members of this race she had met had been very serious. Still, it was none of her business and so she smiled at him and said no more.
Arlo took the map from her, turned it around and Faith grinned. "I'm not very good with directions. Or spatial awareness. Maps. Navigation. None of the above." It was all something of an understatement. "Jesine is a mortalborn, isn't she? Is there a shrine to her here?" She hadn't seen one, but then she hadn't really been looking, in fairness.
All concern about the map, however, disappeared from her as they made their way into the shrine of Fei. Faith looked around in amazement and delight and she carefully examined every inch of the walls. She made sure that she slowly and carefully counted under her breath as she moved, looking at the wall and its decoration in detail. Her memory, after all, was perfect, but with something this intricate it might still be possible to mix up order. Since she wasn't sure, she took precautions and carefully counted under her breath.
When the professor spoke, Faith asked with a frown of concentration on her face. "Have these collections been compared? For stories, stylistic idiosyncrasies, that kind of thing?" It was amazing to her and, in that moment, she wished Padraig was here. "What level of science and scientific knowledge are we talking?"
If this chap was a Yludih, frankly he was doing a poor job of pretending to be an Eidisi. He was all chipper and enthusiastic, which she believed them not to be but more than that, he seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. That, she knew, was wrong and the members of this race she had met had been very serious. Still, it was none of her business and so she smiled at him and said no more.
Arlo took the map from her, turned it around and Faith grinned. "I'm not very good with directions. Or spatial awareness. Maps. Navigation. None of the above." It was all something of an understatement. "Jesine is a mortalborn, isn't she? Is there a shrine to her here?" She hadn't seen one, but then she hadn't really been looking, in fairness.
All concern about the map, however, disappeared from her as they made their way into the shrine of Fei. Faith looked around in amazement and delight and she carefully examined every inch of the walls. She made sure that she slowly and carefully counted under her breath as she moved, looking at the wall and its decoration in detail. Her memory, after all, was perfect, but with something this intricate it might still be possible to mix up order. Since she wasn't sure, she took precautions and carefully counted under her breath.
When the professor spoke, Faith asked with a frown of concentration on her face. "Have these collections been compared? For stories, stylistic idiosyncrasies, that kind of thing?" It was amazing to her and, in that moment, she wished Padraig was here. "What level of science and scientific knowledge are we talking?"