hoardingpearls: Reshad looks straight out. Four gears are behind her. A fox has taken the fifth. (Default)
Reshad’s expression clouds over, and she nods. This is no time, no place, to be getting into it - but she feels more than a bit of sympathy. Maybe - Maybe, she can trust these people enough to make an offer like she wanted to. Eventually.

And it’s still strange to hear ‘heptarchate’ as anything but a historical reference. But that’s what it is, and she will adapt.

“Do people have...non-moth ships, then?” She doesn’t have a word for it, she realizes. Not in any tongue. “Rather, is it common?” More softly, she muses: “I don’t know that I would know if a ship were a moth, or not. I assumed they all were.”

Mission leadership: meaning Sasha or Alaric? Logic suggests otherwise, or Remi would have spoken with them himself.

“We can perhaps find a path that links them, both. Rebellion and moths.” A thin smile, another shift of her feet; this is audacious for someone so new to the situation. “If every moth in the hexarchate stops flying, they’ll have some difficulty doing - well, anything.”
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