C - Culture

"Okay, Spourgit, you can't claim to love everything."

"But I do. The world is so wonderful."

"Even the Doctor?"

Saira froze. She stared into the distance, slowly letting her wings ease their tension that formed at the mere mention of her past. "I do hate him, I think," she whispered finally.

"See?" he said triumphantly, "Loving everything isn't possible."

The alarian's eyes focused and a stubborn expression set on her face. "I did love him like a father, once."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

You're new, here I assume,
reading this on a wooden tome.
Here I must explain to you,
How Proelefsi came to be our home.

The men of time long past went thereto,
their appearance on this island is time's epoch
We count days by twenty-four hours, years by the origin
So our Ancient Builders are what make YF-Zero.

Surviving turned thriving, campfires made way for homes,
Ancients crafted, invented, made tomes from moans,
and their eyes set on on the islands above and depths below,
the builders sealed their fate with ambition and abandon.

To our brothers appearing from nothing:

Our nations today persist of two true nations: Sabaluna of the east and Nyumbani of the west. All in between and all south consist of disparate colonies, collections, and castletowns.

She's… strangely determined. It's… unnerving, but refreshing. She wants to make a "new home, my way"—I heard her muttering it a few times when she gathered up what was left of her belongings.

She just told the both of us that we're leaving. When Lexan asked where to, she just gruffed out "somewhere safe."

Elysica Caedelle had made it a habit to climb Saira's ladder whenever she had a question, since Saira rarely left the birdhouse. Saira was willing to answer her questions but became easily exasperated when Elysica asked non-sensical questions, such as how to get wood planks, despite using only wood to build her first house.