not to be the bitch she felt like inside, she cleared her throat gently. Then spoke in Noram Standard, since that was where they were.
"We have to drive through the city, which will take about twenty minutes from the gate up ahead. It's meant to help prevent attacks from the air." Which was tactically sound. It also meant that someone had weapons available to take craft out if they didn't comply. That was the idea that she'd been given at least. It wouldn't shock her to find out that the King had some Austran weapons hidden in the city, after the big attack a few years before.
She didn't mention that part of things. The world had been having major problems, but there was also a rebellion still going on in Noram. Not a very active one, unless things had changed while she was gone, and no one had bothered to inform her of it. That was possible, but she didn't expect it to happen. No, the next round of attacks would be something covert. Assassination most likely.
It would have to come soon, and hit all of the remaining royals. The heir was alive, but couldn't come back for nearly seven years still, or he'd die. The second heir, Karina, was in the same ship. Both of them had been given the gift of long life by Timon, and there was a death plague on Earth that would end their existence if they set foot on the planet.
Given that, she really needed to make sure they all had Healing amulets and top end shields, didn't she? The King, Queen Constance, Princess Veronica and her husband, even though he wasn't in line to take power. Luckily she had some of those with her still. That she hadn't given them over already was mainly down to the idea that they'd all have them even without her being involved. It might pay to check though, and not take that on faith.
Her mind buzzed with things to do suddenly, having been gone so long. The first though, the very first thing, was getting the grime off of her. She itched . Also she was pretty certain that she was growing a nice winter coats worth of fur on her arms and legs. It would, no doubt, keep her toasty warm. Plus she could braid it in decorative fashion soon, if it kept growing at the rate it was.
Roget made small talk as he rode, beside her now, not having a choice. He looked out the shield window to the side, taking in the sights of the strange city.
There was enough to see that she didn't blame him.
Unlike Tellerand, people in Noram actually wore bright colors, and some of them, dressed in either fine handmade clothing or that made of magic, were spectacular. Even out on the street, early in the day. It wasn't everyone, but some of the taller people looked ready to go to a ball, practically. One or two literally glowed in blue or green. The complicated tapestries of light and color were impressive. Looking down at her sack, she nodded her head.
"I feel suddenly under dressed. Here..." With a thought, still guiding her craft carefully, Sara shifted into a dark blue satin dress, complete with lace at the edges to decorate the thing. She had no idea what the rest of the package would look like. Not great, since she hadn't as much as combed her hair in so long it would probably all have to be shorn off her head to become manageable again.
There were still probably ashes on her face too.
Whoever cleaned the tub when she was done would love that, no question.
She didn't tell the man with her to change, feeling a bit annoyed with him, now that they weren't in his land anymore. Really, he needed to take that stick out of his ass, or someone would take offense. She wasn't planning to mention it, but suddenly took a deep breath and shocked herself by diving in.
"Roget... This is Noram, not Tellerand. You can have whatever religion you like, but it's considered rude to try and force it on others. So pray and praise Him as you desire, even openly and in public, but don't try to convert anyone. Unless they ask you about it, which some might. Then it's fair game. After all, the One God is
"We have to drive through the city, which will take about twenty minutes from the gate up ahead. It's meant to help prevent attacks from the air." Which was tactically sound. It also meant that someone had weapons available to take craft out if they didn't comply. That was the idea that she'd been given at least. It wouldn't shock her to find out that the King had some Austran weapons hidden in the city, after the big attack a few years before.
She didn't mention that part of things. The world had been having major problems, but there was also a rebellion still going on in Noram. Not a very active one, unless things had changed while she was gone, and no one had bothered to inform her of it. That was possible, but she didn't expect it to happen. No, the next round of attacks would be something covert. Assassination most likely.
It would have to come soon, and hit all of the remaining royals. The heir was alive, but couldn't come back for nearly seven years still, or he'd die. The second heir, Karina, was in the same ship. Both of them had been given the gift of long life by Timon, and there was a death plague on Earth that would end their existence if they set foot on the planet.
Given that, she really needed to make sure they all had Healing amulets and top end shields, didn't she? The King, Queen Constance, Princess Veronica and her husband, even though he wasn't in line to take power. Luckily she had some of those with her still. That she hadn't given them over already was mainly down to the idea that they'd all have them even without her being involved. It might pay to check though, and not take that on faith.
Her mind buzzed with things to do suddenly, having been gone so long. The first though, the very first thing, was getting the grime off of her. She itched . Also she was pretty certain that she was growing a nice winter coats worth of fur on her arms and legs. It would, no doubt, keep her toasty warm. Plus she could braid it in decorative fashion soon, if it kept growing at the rate it was.
Roget made small talk as he rode, beside her now, not having a choice. He looked out the shield window to the side, taking in the sights of the strange city.
There was enough to see that she didn't blame him.
Unlike Tellerand, people in Noram actually wore bright colors, and some of them, dressed in either fine handmade clothing or that made of magic, were spectacular. Even out on the street, early in the day. It wasn't everyone, but some of the taller people looked ready to go to a ball, practically. One or two literally glowed in blue or green. The complicated tapestries of light and color were impressive. Looking down at her sack, she nodded her head.
"I feel suddenly under dressed. Here..." With a thought, still guiding her craft carefully, Sara shifted into a dark blue satin dress, complete with lace at the edges to decorate the thing. She had no idea what the rest of the package would look like. Not great, since she hadn't as much as combed her hair in so long it would probably all have to be shorn off her head to become manageable again.
There were still probably ashes on her face too.
Whoever cleaned the tub when she was done would love that, no question.
She didn't tell the man with her to change, feeling a bit annoyed with him, now that they weren't in his land anymore. Really, he needed to take that stick out of his ass, or someone would take offense. She wasn't planning to mention it, but suddenly took a deep breath and shocked herself by diving in.
"Roget... This is Noram, not Tellerand. You can have whatever religion you like, but it's considered rude to try and force it on others. So pray and praise Him as you desire, even openly and in public, but don't try to convert anyone. Unless they ask you about it, which some might. Then it's fair game. After all, the One God is
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