2017-06-06: Those Cast Off
- Log: Those Cast Off
- Cast: Riesenlied, Noeline, Tipheria Aredor
- Where: Little Adlehyde
- Date: 6th June 2017
- Summary: Tipheria seeks the Ebony Wings out, and similarities between the two planets are drawn, between those that the world cast out...
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
New Little Adlehyde is coming along, providing shelter to those that have lost their homes, to those that have lost family and friends. Supplies from all over the Ignasian continent have merged towards a central location, provided by many giving merchants, shopowners, farmers and traders. But even amongst them, there are those that have some curious origins. On inquiring, the caravan owner says that the benefactor of these goods come from a winged woman, which may very well be the same one as the one who led the attack on the Fairgrounds... the attack where, strangely, the bystanders and citizens were allowed to leave. A relatively bloodless operation, compared to the devastation wrought upon the town.
Riesenlied can't help herself -- even when she's resting, she still feels the need to look on to ensure that the town is healing, for what she couldn't do. The winged woman is leaning against a tree watching the town in the distance, shivering quietly as she drapes a little closer around her cloak. "... money alone feels like such an indifferent way to assist, Noeline ..." she comments. "But it is all I can do at present."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
Noeline has visibly - and vocally - started to complain about Riesenlied's inability to rest, but even the Crimson Noble has had to admit that doing something in the wake of their failure to resuscitate Mother is better then doing nothing at all. At least, this close to the city, she doesn't feel the need to disguise herself as anything more than a pair of old friends meeting peacefully.
"... they're doing better than you think," she decides after a moment, then huffs ever so softly as her eyes defocus a little, taking in the whole of the city - the ruined stonework and the bustling camp both. "They're battered, certainly, and it will take time to recover. But, when it comes down to it, they're a very resilient sort."
For once she hasn't hopped up into the tree's branches. Instead, the demon - looking no older than a girl just out of her teens, thick black hair in two long twintails, and dressed in a frankly ridiculous amount of crimson and black lace - waits alongside Riesenlied, her shoulder present in case the commander of the Ebony Wings feels the need to lean upon it as her strength wanes. She's a familiar face around Adlehyde - having spent a lot of time taking up space in Lunata's tavern before the attack, and having spent a lot of time and some seriously improbable strength shifting rubble and rescuing trapped townfolk afterwards.
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
The first time Tipheria heard about Riesenlied, she was mistaken for her.
In her defense, it was someone who had only heard of Riesenlied from descriptions and never seen her, and so when he'd seen a horned beastwoman in a big cloak he'd jumped to conclusions. It had taken Tipheria a little while to get the story from the merchant in question, but it had slotted in with some of her other investigations.
The source of some fliers, for instance. The words spoken by Zed on a battlefield, when he had no reason to lie and would have been called out if he was. A shipment of food and medicine, sent by someone who might have been one of the people responsible for needing it. It all told a story, and Tipheria was a hunter; this wasn't her usual quarry, but she'd have to make sense of it.
Her investigation, such as it was, took her to Little Adlehyde. There Tipheria helped out (she can do physical labour, if nothing else) and asked questions, and she'd heard that the person she was looking for might be in the area. From then, it was a scouting job - just like she was used to.
Which is why there is now someone else approaching Riesenlied and Noeline's tree; a beastwoman in foreign-looking clothes, greens and yellows and browns, with long red hair and a pair of large antler-like horns. She has a bow, but it's unstrung, so she's probably not about to shoot anyone with it right this moment, and she's coming straight at the pair - rather than trying to sneak up on them, she's making herself visible, presumably so they don't think she's coming to kill them.
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
".... somehow, I just cannot... think like that. I cannot think in 'they'... I think of every single person that has died and..." Riesenlied pauses just for a moment, glances towards the horned woman. She, too, has her own horns -- a large pair to the sides of her head with a chitinous, dark appearance, perhaps lending credence to her rumour as the Deceiver. The posters have been all around town, spread by the Althenan Guard -- the Demonic Deceiver, worth a hundred thousand Gella.
"Who is there...?" she asks, her voice gentle and soft. She's still injured, and it carries in her voice, and her posture -- it doesn't look like she's moving her left arm at all, even underneath her cloak, and it unbalances her.
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
It's subtle, but Noeline's air changes as she spots the incoming huntress; her posture tightens ever so slightly, her body tensing. In contrast to Riesenlied, injured and not as quick to move, the faux-vampire only needs a moment to have stepped in front of the blonde to cover her, head tilted as she watches Tipheria's approach with a light and curious grin. Like their visitor, she's not making any /overt/ indication that she's about to go on the attack - but her movements at least suggest someone who knows when to prepare a defence, just in case.
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Truth be told, Tipheria really doesn't resemble Riesenlied at all. She has shaggy red hair, with a single braid pulled forward and the rest left to fall down her back, and her horns are more like antlers than anything else. Plus, there's the tattoo on her left arm, an odd pattern of lines, and the strange design of the clothes - nothing like Riesenlied's fashion sense. (Or Noeline's, for that matter.)
Tipheria stops about ten meters away. She has left her bow unstrung, though there is an obvious quiver of long arrows hanging diagonally across her lower back; for whatever reason, they appear to be made of metal and painted with stripes of colour. She looks up at the pair, head tilted slightly as she considers... something. That they're defensive doesn't seem to worry her; she'd expected that.
Apparently she makes up her mind after a few moments, because she gives a subtle nod. "You don't know me," Tipheria says, in response to Riesenlied's question. "But I'm Tipheria Aredor. And you, unless I'm wrong, are Ebony Wings."
She /did/ read the fliers, after all. And she was caught up in the Adlehyde assault. She's put two and two together in the way Tipheria often does - too fast, and without worrying about consequences. But sometimes, she's right.
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
Riesenlied lowers her head and says, "... that is true," as she decides she sees no need to hide it. "I am Riesenlied, leader of the Ebony Wings. And by that extension, I am Hyadean -- or what everyone here in Filgaia call a metal demon." There is still a quietness to her tone, perhaps brought about by injury, but at the same time... exemplifying a nature that does not seem aggressive, not in the slightest. And perhaps the fastest way to progress is to simply ask:
"May I help you...?"
What a strange question, from a metal demon.
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
With a soft snicker, Noeline bows her head in greeting. "Ah, I should point out that I'm presently only here in my capacity as an old, close friend of Riesenlied's - though I imagine that for many in the city, that will amount to the same thing, hm?" she wonders aloud, grinning slightly as she tilts her head. It's /sort of/ a lie, but skirting the line of one, as Noeline tends to prefer it - it's certainly true that she's a member of the Ebony Wings, for instance, but also true that she's only here right now in order to support the woman whose form she's covering.
"My name is Noeline Carver, a Crimson Noble." see /now/ we're in total lie territory, but Noeline's lived it for long enough to be convincing about it "And-- well, for finding us, you certainly have a good eye," she jokes lightly, leaning to one side slightly to nudge Riese's good shoulder. "Perhaps we should have introspected a little further out from the city?"
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Tipheria Aredor looks slightly blankly at Noeline, because she hasn't yet had the stories of Crimson Nobles. They don't tell them where she's from, and since they haven't exactly made a mass appearance on Filgaia, those stories aren't on everyone's lips...
"I probably would have found you there too," Tipheria says, with quiet pride in her abilities. She's always been most comfortable in the wilderness, honestly, so it wouldn't be that much of a stretch for her to be able to track people down. "And maybe you can help me. I have heard some things about you, but I don't exactly have the whole story."
Tipheria thinks for a moment before she steps forward, to a more conversational distance. "For one," she eventually says, "I heard that people had been calling you monsters for longer than I'd been alive. From a man named Zed, who said you were Filgaia's boogeyman." By her phrasing, it may imply that she's not Filgaian, but it isn't as if Tipheria hides that.
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
Riesenlied glances for a long while longer at Tipheria... before saying, "Zed is one of us, yes. And that is indeed the history of our struggle against Filgaia, though not all my brethren agree with my methods."
She looks towards Noeline for a moment, leaning a bit against her as a wave of weakness washes over her for a moment, but then she regains herself. "If you'd like to hear, then I will speak. About the thousand-year old hatred that has clouded the history of this planet, between our ancestors and the humans' ancestors... about how the Guardians -- the power that sustains this world -- rejects us... "
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
Noeline pauses for a moment - as long as it takes until Riese shifts against her - and then seems to quietly relax, letting out an amused little breath as she supports the other woman. "... it is liable to take a while," she interjects with an amused little grin, a hand slipping around the commander's waist. If a certain someone really is an Ebony Wing, she's feeling surprisingly free to just hug up to her superior officer, goodness!
"Already, though, that is the greatest thing to take away from this discussion - that not all metal demons are united in their fervour against humans," she points out with a light hum.
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
On one hand, these people attacked a city to do... something? Tipheria doesn't even know why they attacked; she only got involved because she got caught up in it, battling Berserk because - bluntly - he started it. That's fact. Tipheria doesn't need to ask about that.
On the other hand, Tipheria wants to know. She doesn't just want part of the story; she needs all of it. Some of it just seems so familiar in some ways...
"I am not from Filgaia," Tipheria says, by way of explanation. She doesn't know if this pair is aware that there are people that aren't from Filgaia here, so it's a bit of an admission. "So yes, I'd like to hear, even if it takes a while. But I wouldn't expect everyone to be unified - except, I guess, in some specific ways." Tipheria looks aside for a moment, then adds, with a slightly different tone of voice, "Everyone wants a place to live, right?"
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
Riesenlied nods very gently, and then sits down slowly, letting Noeline assist her to do so. She drapes her Ellurian-styled cloak a little more closely about her -- Tipheria can note that the cloak looks a little out of place, owing more towards the styles of Baskarian tribes and other natives of Filgaia rather than the more sleek and metal styles of the metal demons.
"A thousand years ago, our Holy Mother brought us here, in search of a new home. Our legends spoke of how our home was destroyed, consumed in a blaze of cataclysm. But when we arrived here..." she shakes her head. "The specifics are now lost to us, but suffice to say -- the Metal Demon Wars that myth and legends in Filgaia speak of are true. Our Holy Mother was struck down, and our ancestors were scattered to the winds. The humans that fought against us allied with the Guardians -- divine presences that are said to sustain this world. ... I have seen them, on two occasions... and I can tell you that their enmity towards us is true."
She bites at her lip, and then says, "A thousand years... it is a lot of time for hatred to fester. And since then, the eldest of my brethren have made it their mission to seek vengeance. Against the Guardians, against those that struck us down when all we desired was to find a new home... and it has tainted our culture."
She draws her knees a little closer to herself, feeling rather vulnerable. "... I am trying my best to stem that tide of hatred. I do not think our people are so myopic as to be limited to vengeance and hatred. I want us to flourish... I wish for all of us to flourish. But in order to do so... those that seek to manipulate the artifacts of the past -- many of which are the remnants of our ancestors -- must be stopped."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
Continuing to study the huntress who has come to visit, Noeline's eyes flick between Tipheria's clothes and the styling of her weapon, comparing it to those she's seen previously - on Hiro, for example. As such, she hums to herself in thought, then grins quietly to herself as she helps Riese down towards a sitting position. For all that she might seem a flighty, teasing sort, her care for the other woman is pretty much obvious.
"For my part, I am interested more in the history of the matter. As Riesenlied says, there is scarce little in the way of information from that period of time - and yet, the animosity between humans and demons lives on to this day. On the human side, they are scared and fearful," she adds, raising one hand - and then the other: "And on the demon side, they know too little about the world and their place in it. Both sides, stoking the flames higher between the two," she sums up, as she-- claps her hands gently together.
"I trust in Riesenlied and her work, that it might make a difference. In bridging the gap with humans, and in teaching demons what they are missing. That - you could say - is my stake in this."
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Tipheria's clothes don't match Hiro's styling either. They're... different. If anything they look vaguely tribal, but in a different way than Baskar cuts or styles; still, there's something of the nomad in them. As for weapons, well, Hiro doesn't have a bow and Tipheria doesn't have a sword, so a direct comparison is difficult. The bow is of good quality, well taken care of but well used; the arrows are in a leather quiver and are apparently made of metal with glued-on fletching rather than the more usual wood.
Tipheria sits after the others do, alighting easily and cross-legged; she's not hurt. And she listens, because although Tipheria is brash and rarely changes her mind once she's made it up, she hasn't made it up yet. And the story, in some ways, is fascinating; close enough to be familiar, different enough to be very clearly something else.
"I see," she says, resting her hand on her knee. "I don't know anything about the Guardians. We don't follow them - we follow no god or greater power. I am willing to believe they exist, though." She knows Althena exists, after all, or existed; Tipheria doesn't doubt, she's just opposed. "And I don't know about this history either. But..."
Tipheria picks her words carefully. She is /not/ a wordsmith, despite her other talents; she is not especially diplomatic nor skilled at rhetoric. "What would you say," she says slowly, "if I said that, where I'm from, there are people who ... had something similar happen? People who were banished from lands that would support them, long ago, by a Goddess - for reasons nobody remembers, but nobody is willing to end? Not Hyadeans." Tipheria stumbles a little over the unfamiliar word. "Just... people. But people called demons."
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
Riesenlied draws her head down as she says, "... I do not believe we are demons, for the record. I am a Hyadean, and whatever differences we may have... I do not think they are irreconcileable. So your story... that a story of disenfranchisement and separation would happen even from your lands..." A pause. "Do you speak of Althena, and Lunar? I have spoken to people from your lands before, and it is not difficult to see how... that would happen. Already, Althena's Chosen seek to separate those that it favours here, and those that it does not."
There's a very faint sigh. "And we are separated even further, even amongst our kin. I come from a minority called the Tainted -- a catch-all term for any demon they deem deficit, disabled... of body, of mind. We are treated little better than dirt, by those above us. Discrimination exists everywhere... and I would hear your story, in turn, for you have heard ours."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
For a moment, Noeline hesitates; she's obviously made the same connection as Riesenlied, though her mind rather than voice anything she simply lets her mind tick over on the myriad of problems ahead of them: their missing history with the Guardians, the fact she's the only one apparently able to dodge around that animosity, the long-standing and entirely open question of how exactly Hyadeans, with their differing needs and resource requirements, would even coexist long-term with humans.
But this doesn't exactly seem the time to bombard Tipheria with Metal Demons 301, so instead she just grins lightly as she fusses over Riese's injury, checking the bandages for signs of wear.
"We are not-- explicitly aligned with others who have left Lunar to escape Althena's gaze. But we are not explicitly aligned against them either. ... I understand your bounty went up today, by the way," she adds to Riese, as lightly as if she was covering the weather.
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
At 'Althena's Chosen', Tipheria's expression darkens. "I do mean them. It is Althena's will, or so they say, that keeps us beyond the boundary forever."
She is going to have to explain that, and since Riesenlied asks, she will - but first she replies to Noeline. "I didn't come to Filgaia to escape them," she says, "but I'm not going to complain if I never see one. They don't come to our lands anymore, anyhow - they just keep us there."
Tipheria may not be recieving Metal Demons 301, but she has to consider how best to go through Old Lunar 101, which is in its own way just as difficult to explain. "All right," she agrees. "You want my story, so you'll have it, but I'll have to go back a ways, and I'm not used to telling the whole thing, so forgive me if I jump around a little."
She clears her throat, then begins. "Once upon a time, my people lived across the whole continent - it's called Glenwood nowadays. Althena's people lived on a continent to the north, Meribus. This was thousands of years ago," Tipheria clarifies. "Althena had created her Boundary to protect her people, and kept it around Meribus, but when we prospered on Glenwood, she decided to take it for her own."
"So she decreed that her Boundary would be spread across Glenwood, too, and created Seraphim, who carried her blessing and expanded the boundary." Tipheria's expression remains dark. "But that was only for her people. My kind, they said, would never live inside the Boundary, because one of the things it was supposed to protect them from was us. They call us the Vile Tribe. We had another name for ourselves once, but nobody remembers it." Tipheria taps the tattoo on her left arm. "We mark ourselves by clan. This is only some of my tattoos; I would show you the rest, but not here."
"Anyway. The lands they left for us were dead and grey. Trees barely grow there, except for little stunted ones. Compared to the Frontier, Filgaia - " Tipheria sweeps her arm, gesturing toward the ranchlands near Adlehyde, only lightly spotted with badlands and desert, "is a paradise. A thousand years ago, my ancestors joined with one called the Magic Emperor to try to leave the Frontier; they attacked Meribus under our mad queen. She died, and we were ruled by her sister instead, who was more peaceful. She hoped she could find somewhere safe for us to live, but the only place was the Frontier."
Now Tipheria does smile, though it's sad. "And that was the end of us. We haven't left the Frontier in generations. Every once in a while, we fight with the warriors of Glenwood; besides them, nobody remembers we're still alive. We had no idea there was a land where Althena /didn't/ rule, where we might have a chance..."
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
Riesenlied is quiet and respectful as Tipheria recants the tale, lowering her head. "... it strikes so true to my heart, and it reminds me of how the Guardians treat us. They deem that we are foreign matter, spiritually incompatible, and ultimately... we must be excised, as we are anathema to their power."
There's a faded, disappointed sigh. "I am sorry to hear of that... it rather sounds like you exist in the same place we do. A place I fervently wish no one should have to. And much like us, you pay for the sins for something that happened long before your time."
She looks towards Tipheria. "It shall take time, but I plan to create a bridge to let us coexist. Not just the Hyadeans and the Tainted, but also between Hyadeans and humanity... and of course, where there are those that have been cast away from their home, they shall be welcome with us as well."
The smile that she offers is very tender, genuine. It's difficult to think of this woman being deemed the 'Deceiver'... unless, of course, that's just how good she is. "... I shall also not lie. If you wish to walk with us, I shall welcome it, but... you face the scorn of so many that seek our destruction."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
To her credit, Noeline stills and turns more sombre, listening to the tale with the quiet air of someone whose attention is-- well, at attention. "... I see. And yet, I cannot help but feel that in coming to Filgaia you've jumped from the frying pan into the fire, at least to some extent," she sums up a little glibly, sighing out as she tilts her head. "It may look like a paradise to you, but there is an undercurrent that makes me wonder how long that will last."
She turns slightly, opening one eye as Riesenlied delivers her response - and her offer. "It is not as if this is an all-or-nothing allience, either. Knowing Riese, she is not about to bind anyone to her service," she snorts, a good-natured sort of noise. "It is simply a matter of supporting each other, and seeing what can be done to foster an understanding."
The vampire does pause, though, and her smile flickers downwards a little as she becomes reminded of something. "... however, you should also be aware that - as we've described - many of the Hyadean troops are currently quite hurt, and confused. Trained to believe they are superior, and having faced a bitter battle, many of them are liable to lash out in misunderstanding. Some patience may be required - but I dare say a different viewpoint would do many of them well."
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Tipheria is, as far as she knows, not telling any lies, but it's a question how much of what she said was absolute fact and how much was thousands of years of opposition. It's not like she lived through most of it, after all.
"Excised, pushed away, whichever. Zed said that - you were the boogeymen for Filgaia, I think it was. And we've been that for Lunar, before. Ask them about the Vile Tribe, and they'll call us monsters." Tipheria makes a fist, though she then releases it. "And I don't know why their Goddess even felt like she got to decide. It's not like we worship her. But their priests think they own the world. They're already giving orders /here/, like they rule it! Did you hear that they sent their troops into Adlehyde?"
She looks up. "Maybe I jumped into danger coming here, but I didn't plan it, and I have to make the best of it. If the other people from Lunar here knew who I was, they'd already hate me, regardless of who I work with or what I do. I have to hide the rest of my tattoos - I can't even say where I'm from. If you could make a bridge, I'd want to be there to see it. And if there's a place for my people somewhere out there, I want to find it, no matter what it takes."
She grins, then, suddenly fierce. "I already know the Hyadeans fight. I fought Berserk, and I won't apologize for it; I wouldn't help him smash up a city. But you're not jumping me from the shadows, so, that's a plus."
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
"I shall not bring you to a slaughter. There will be... no more," Riesenlied murmurs, sounding both... pained, and convicted. "I shall do everything to prevent another Adlehyde. I will do everything in my power to make my brethren show how senseless marauding truly is -- and how they can be better than that."
She reaches deep towards her bag, and takes out a little crest -- it's made of wood, but softly glows, resembling a Tribal design seen on her cloak. "Take this, Miss Tipheria. Speak the word... 'Fereshte'," and as she does, the crest softly glows, and touches at the back of her head, "And you can communicate with me."
Curious. Riesenlied was hanging onto a magic like this all this time?
"Our journeys likely will take us westward, towards the western part of the continent. There are known instigators of war there -- the Prime Minister Shakhan, of Aveh; and his allies, Gebler. And of course, the Guard continue to follow us, every step of the way... and there are many smaller abusers of war along the way. There is much to do, and so little time to do it in... but I look forward to working with you."
She bows her head, very politely and cordially. "And I solemnly vow that, where it is possible within my power, your Tribe shall find a home they can flourish in. For it is my mission to seek that new world..."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
"... the distinction is still important, enough so that I will say it again," Noeline cautions, her frown a thin line. "Many of the Hyadean number fight - willingly and gleefully - and see those not of their kind as nothing more than prey. It does not matter if they face a combatant or a civilian," she adds, her gaze tracking to one side to gaze at the ruins of the city some distance away. "They are responsible for a great deal of suffering in Adlehyde, and in that respect, calling them 'boogeymen' could be considered completely correct."
She hesitates, her eyebrows pitching upwards in a rare moment of surprise as Riese unveils her trinket, but continues after a moment to collect herself. "Many of the Ebony Wings and their number still feel that way as well. They are young and raw, and do not have much knowledge of the world - not yet. That is a problem for Riese and I to work on, as far as I'm concerned," she adds as she folds her arms with a huff.
--and a second one, this time an outright scoff. "That said, if you have faced /Berserk/ of all people and are still /walking/, I somehow feel like you will be fine," she smirks, rather relishing the idea of someone attacking that Metal Demon in particular.
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Tipheria Aredor has to admit, "I wasn't alone." In a one on one against Berserk, she knows who to bet on, and it isn't her. "I think he thought I wasn't as much of a threat, because I use a bow instead of fighting head-on." She runs her thumb against the bow's side, along the grain. "He learned. And he did throw me away, eventually. But I hear what you're saying. I'm not going to let myself be a victim."
Tipheria is actually pleased when Riesenlied says she won't allow another Adlehyde. She understands having to fight for what you believe in, but that rubbed her the wrong way. She smiles, accepting the strange-looking crest and looking at it as if she could figure out how it worked. "Fereshte," she repeats, fixing it in her memory. She tucks it in the pouch that hangs next to her quiver afterwards. It seems less strange to her, perhaps; she's seen enchanted items before.
"West, huh," she says. "I don't know what else is that way; it's all the same to me which way I travel. Thanks for the warning. I'll get my supplies together. It shouldn't take very long."
<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.
"To the west lie the Badlands, a lawless land of many cities that have been waylaid by the harsh climes of Filgaia's deserts and roaming bandit tribes... but even there, there are the Seed Cities, cities that have advanced further in technology than Adlehyde. And to its north and northeast are Aveh and Kislev, a pair of kingdoms that have been locked in war since time immemorial... from a time such that people are born there and taught to fight, and accept that there must be war without questioning 'why'..."
She lowers her head. "And therein, there lie many Ruins that could contain answers to the tragedies of our world's past. If you do not mind, Miss Tipheria, then join us on some of our Digs as well. To shine a light on the messy history of our past... I feel as if there are too many coincidences between Filgaia and Lunar's histories for it to be -- mere coincidence."
<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.
"In fact," Noeline nods towards Riesenlied's response, her grin a lighter and kinder affair, in as much as she ever seems to be kind, "I am something of a historian. If you'd like, I can provide some background as to the history of the world, at least as we know it - and some insight on humans and Hyadeans both, as a more outside perspective." She pauses, and glances to Riese. "... I suppose I am also one of the foremost experts on the Guardians, you might say, at least as far as the Ebony Wings go."
There's a pause, in which she seems to be thinking of saying something more - but lets it go, with a light sigh. "In the meantime, I suppose I shall continue to do what I can for Adlehyde before we strike out towards the west. There is no end of work to be done, after all."
<Pose Tracker> Tipheria Aredor has posed.
Tipheria doesn't know Filgaian geography, so even though she's too proud to ask directly, she appreciates Riesenlied's descriptions. She nods, slowly, as she takes it in. More technology, two warring countries...
Ruins.
"I don't know if the ruins are related," Tipheria says, "but I /do/ know I got to Filgaia through a ruin in the mountains, so they might be. I'd be interested in exploring them." If nothing else, she might find something else interesting. Tipheria's always had more than her share of curiosity about things from the past.
Tipheria rises up again, standing. "I might take you up on that," she agrees with Noeline. "I only know a little bit about Lunar outside the Frontier, but I'll tell you what I know, in exchange, if you'd like. And yeah, there's a lot to get done. Good luck." That with another smile, as she turns to go.
Not stated: We'll need it.