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[Sielje's cell is littered with books. Books that she was reading - because she made a promise to. And in the middle of it all, the knight standing stoically while pondering her available moves, another book in hand.]
Trapped in enemy territory, sworn not to cause trouble to my own captors as is required of a honorable prisoner... what may I do?
Earth is even more dangerous and tumultuous as a place than Ankaia. The planet has been ravaged by wars and invaders, even invaders out of this world.
I... I wish to see. It is too much to ask of a prisoner, but I wish to see how the ordinary people of Earth manage to exist. I find it impossible to believe that they can eke out a living with a constant threat of demise over their heads.
[She closes the book. It's written in ancient Greek. As a matter of fact, the books around the cell are written in all kinds of languages, presently used or classical.]
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Hmm.
Hmm...
[The vending machine outside Sielje's cell roused her curiosity for a while now. As soon as she had a chance, she went out to pick up a few items it had available -probably certainly with assistance of others who needed to explain how it worked.
And now it's time to further inspect her rewards.]
This is Earth food, is it not? How do you... open yourself! Aah!
[She rips a bag of chips open, scattering most of them on the floor to her own surprise. Sielje pretends not to be embarassed about it at all.]
Such difficulty...
[She mutters while picking up a canned drink, then immediately puts it back down. Too hard to open - and the knight does not seem too impressed with the chips' taste upon carefully eating one.
Lastly, here comes the chocolate bar. The wrapping is easy enough for even someone like Sielje to remove on a second try. As for the taste...]
...!
It is sweet! How is it possible? How did they make the flavor so sweet?
[Sielje's cell is littered with books. Books that she was reading - because she made a promise to. And in the middle of it all, the knight standing stoically while pondering her available moves, another book in hand.]
Trapped in enemy territory, sworn not to cause trouble to my own captors as is required of a honorable prisoner... what may I do?
Earth is even more dangerous and tumultuous as a place than Ankaia. The planet has been ravaged by wars and invaders, even invaders out of this world.
I... I wish to see. It is too much to ask of a prisoner, but I wish to see how the ordinary people of Earth manage to exist. I find it impossible to believe that they can eke out a living with a constant threat of demise over their heads.
[She closes the book. It's written in ancient Greek. As a matter of fact, the books around the cell are written in all kinds of languages, presently used or classical.]
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Hmm.
Hmm...
[The vending machine outside Sielje's cell roused her curiosity for a while now. As soon as she had a chance, she went out to pick up a few items it had available -
And now it's time to further inspect her rewards.]
This is Earth food, is it not? How do you... open yourself! Aah!
[She rips a bag of chips open, scattering most of them on the floor to her own surprise. Sielje pretends not to be embarassed about it at all.]
Such difficulty...
[She mutters while picking up a canned drink, then immediately puts it back down. Too hard to open - and the knight does not seem too impressed with the chips' taste upon carefully eating one.
Lastly, here comes the chocolate bar. The wrapping is easy enough for even someone like Sielje to remove on a second try. As for the taste...]
...!
It is sweet! How is it possible? How did they make the flavor so sweet?
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[The other Gebian waves a free arm.]
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[Sielje responds to Mut by sheer reflex.]
You are human? Both of you?
[She looks at the giant general, then at the tiny assistant.]
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My apologies. I do not wish for my lack of manners to reflect poorly on Ankaia as a whole.
[Sielje's gaze is avoidant, for some reason.]
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[And now she's starting to blush.]
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[Hetepheres' face is completely emotionless.]
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[Sielje fidgets some more.]
Ankaia needs an envoy better than myself.
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Do not consider this a mark of shame. Nobody here does.
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[Looks like someone lost her composure.]
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I!
[She looks down.]
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[Hetepheres turns around to go on her way.]
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It does not even taste that good...