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There are a lot of Amentan countries. Vanda Nossëo representatives are dispatched to all of them. These Elves (two with black hair, one with silver) take a shuttle down from the lightleaper to a country called Calado, and radio ahead to request permission to land at a elegant modern spaceport.
okay by comparison Voa and Tapa look like thriving modern democracies
She's scolded for leaving work and making her co-worker finish a procedure by herself and scurries home with her husband rather than talk to anyone from the clinic. They pack.
He checks whether anyone has laid claim to the house in Afterlife that corresponds to the one in Tirion his family vacated in going off to war. No one has. He takes them there. It's in a little town on a bright clear mountain lake. Fifteen thousand people and a cobblestone street and a train station.
The house is spacious and exquisitely pretty and for some reason not dusty at all even though no one has been here in years.
"Will this do?"
"Thank you. I - I never lived here exactly but this house was built to replace the one I grew up in, which was destroyed in the war. It's all yours. Oh -" tap tap. "For the language. Afterlife doesn't have many laws, just - be a good neighbor, pretty much - but they censor violent or sexual or distressing content on the internet. It's obnoxious - you won't get in trouble for anything but they might delete, like, crime novels, if you try writing online crime novels. And Elves don't have a nudity taboo but we have a thing about loose hair, we usually braid it."
"Then you'll be fine. I just wanted to make sure you knew everything so it's not surprising. And so you don't, like notice how bland all the journalism is and wonder what they're hiding - they're not, this is just a very bland place." Giggle.
"I'm going to tell the neighbors you're here and recovering from a stressful time and they will probably arrange to bring you meals while you get your feet under you, is that all right?"
"Of course. - oh, the grocery store is just down the street, just walk along it until you see a sign that says 'grocery', and you can just tell them you can't pay right now, they won't care."
"Not at all. I mean, they might know more than me about what kind of programs there are these days to help with that and they might sign you up for one of those, but they'd never want someone to have an empty pantry just because they didn't have money, they'll be so glad you went and got food."
"I'd have to check the manual -" He frowns. "Uh, apparently it's not recommended to do to a child under, ah, Amentan two or so, but he or she will hear you in your native language by default and should learn it fine - you'd want to switch it off if you were teaching your child to read in Quenya or something like that."
"- oh, you can write me if you need anything, I have a notepad -" It has his name at the top, c/o Ambaróna open channel - "It gets forwarded to me about thirty-five minutes past the hour, usually." He gives them the notepad.