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Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.
This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.
Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.
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warpfairy
"Scrying," Fëanáro says, "and then all the plane shifts we want to find all the Bellas. Though maybe we should evacuate Materia first."
subtly_artistic
"And its afterlives. We're going to need a lot of space. And more wizards. And a sensible immigration handling system."
"So, steal T'Mir's starship, find an uninhabited planet, teach her magic, get started?"
warpfairy
"Let's at least talk to the Davlians first. They're well positioned astrographically to be the middle of a non-Federation power with enough elbow room and depending on the reception we get they might be a good choice for a culture to introduce refugee immigrants to Warp."
He looks torn. "Languages," Rúmil reminds him, and he nods.
"Have you flown?" Fëanáro says to her. "You should try it. It's great."
warpfairy
"Not without a spaceship. Except the time Renée took me to Luna for low-grav, that was sort of like flying."
subtly_artistic
"It's less fun if you're not directing your own flight," Bella says, "which isn't really introductory wizardry, but we'll teach you eventually, it really is great."
And they head towards the capital city.
warpfairy
It is bustling with antelopey people. The antelopey people are surprised to see non-antelopey people but are quite friendly when addressed. T'Mir warns her companions that they're oriented around a culture of anonymous accomplishment and it can accordingly be a little hard to find people who are experts in particular things without going through the pseudonymous "science ethernet" of the society.
Osanwë's useful for that, Rúmil says, or are they also a culture that values mental privacy?
warpfairy
Please assume they do until they indicate otherwise. Can you use it as purely communicative psi? - Bella?
We can do transmission. We shouldn't listen at all if the person we're speaking with doesn't know how to do intentional communitication, we'll catch everything.
subtly_artistic
I'll take point and find somebody for Fëanáro to sponge at and tell them how to aim thoughts at you two.
And eventually Bella has located them a family of Davlians who are very curious about them and the mom of whom definitely does not admit to being significant political shaker in Federation-related shenanigans. The small children will happily jabber at Fëanáro and think it's cool that he can tell what they mean without knowing Davlian yet.
And eventually Bella has located them a family of Davlians who are very curious about them and the mom of whom definitely does not admit to being significant political shaker in Federation-related shenanigans. The small children will happily jabber at Fëanáro and think it's cool that he can tell what they mean without knowing Davlian yet.
Fëanáro is going to know Davlian really really fast just you wait.
subtly_artistic
And meanwhile the definitely not a politician mom and the actually not a politician dad are happy to help their visitors sort out accommodations. Do they all four want to live together?
warpfairy
(T'Mir manages to pick up on the way in which Mom Davlian is definitely not a politician and gamely attempts to be definitely not the warp equation dispenser in the same way.)
All together sounds nice, if that won't cause any political complications, Rúmil says to her privately.
subtly_artistic
Yes, all four together, but they're accustomed to private bedrooms if that's something Davlian architecture accommodates gracefully?
And it turns out Davlian architecture can do exactly that and here is an apartment in a building that looks very spiffy and has a sort of brook running constantly in a groove in some of the walls in lieu of more conventional plumbing and the beds dipped under and flush with the floor. Four bedrooms.
And it turns out Davlian architecture can do exactly that and here is an apartment in a building that looks very spiffy and has a sort of brook running constantly in a groove in some of the walls in lieu of more conventional plumbing and the beds dipped under and flush with the floor. Four bedrooms.
Fëanáro is Not Tired and is not done learning the language.
warpfairy
The Davlian family will come up and show them the place and show them where to get food! They have the correct orientation of proteins and a Federation ambassador's attaché back when Davlia was still considering joining up cleared all the staples on a tox screen for both of T'Mir's parent species - which means Bella's safe which probably means the Quendi are safe too. Whether they'll like it is another matter. Here, have a bowl of priv.
The Quendi are curious. The Quendi prefer Tirion's food. No gods here, though, and these are the tradeoffs one must make.