agentlenet | psychic thread

[The gentle brush against the Strangers' minds comes in early evening. It is, as all mental touches are from Fayura, soft and unassuming, much like a polite knock at a door. Once as many minds are connected as she thinks will open the door to her, she speaks.]

I am curious, Strangers, what you would do with the young man who shot and killed Councilwoman Vera.

Many of you come from worlds where there are laws against murder. While we have no such laws here, when a Blood male in a Queen's Territory kills another without cause, she may demand a price from him. Sometimes, that is his own life if he was negligent enough with his temper and sometimes, it's something less.

My trouble is this: if I execute him according to the laws of the Blood, of which he is not one, the Guilds will rouse their people into a furor and attack not only me, but the people of Draega. If I turn him over to the Ebon Council, the Guilds will do much the same, and that will incite the Council to strike back. And if I return him to the Guilds for accolades instead of punishment for taking a life, the Ebon Council will have cause to rip apart the Guilds and anyone in their way to extract from him the price for murdering one of their own.

Were you me, what course would you take? And please try not to shout over each other; this is as many of you as I could reach.

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What preventative measures are goin' on then? I'm inclined to assist.

I've asked the First Circle to patrol more regularly, along with the guards in the Second Circle. If you wanted to join on patrols and help prevent trouble before it began, I'm sure Allairavar would appreciate an extra hand.

That won't stop the Guilds or the Council from plotting, however. If I could... somehow devise a way to keep the young people busy...

[Frustration bubbles up in her.]

I should ask Niall to assign the Guilds' students more homework.

[The noise that bubbles out of Rhus at the sound of homework can only be rightfully described as disgusted. He was approving of her plans already, and was about to say that he would indeed approach the Warlord Prince, but... Homework.]

Word o' advice, Your Grace-- people hate homework. I'm only glad my tutors only gave me practical studies.

If you want the youth to be kept busy, it's physical work you want done, not sittin' at desks tryin' to write.

[The noise he makes catches her off guard, and she immediately locks her thoughts up tight to keep the laughter from bubbling over.]

I think that depends on the person. Hmm... maybe it's time for another city-wide project? A combination of physical work for those like you who enjoy it, and something that involves sitting behind a desk for the ones who don't like chipping their nails.

Rebuildin' the city, [is his immediate response.]

Long-term, an' does everyone some bloody good. An' makes them troublemakers think twice 'bout ruinin' it again, if they had to build it with their own hands.

Yes, the goal is to rebuild, but...

[She pauses. Her eyes narrow, and somehow that thoughtful focus crosses their mental connection.]

I need a larger plan, I think. Something beyond just a simple pavilion. [The pavilion had done wonders to improve things in the city.] This requires more thought. But it's an excellent idea.

The whole city, Your Grace. What they burnt, what were ruined in explosions. Mayhap even the food supply. One breaks it, one fixes it, such is the way we do it in Eorzea an' should apply here.

Oh, the food. [There's the distinct impression she's pinching the bridge of her nose.] Believe me, I am deeply concerned about how much food we have. [Stores are tight, especially now, and she can't quite stop the worry that someone might try to light a farm on fire purely out of spite.]

You're right, though. I'll have to think more about it, but perhaps we can draft some sort of large-scale revitalization project for the city.

I've some idea o' how to help the food issue. In Eorzea, alchemists tended to make growth formulas to hasten plant growth... If I could just get some research goin', mayhap I could find somethin' better suited for Draega.

Would that harm the land? [The question is immediate, sharp.] The Guilds have already... the land needs to rest. I worry about causing it more stress.

No. I'm thinkin' the botanists would have marched across an entire desert to burn the alchemist guild down if the growth formulas ruined their crops for just one bountiful harvest. I know the land needs rest, 'cept I cant hear Draega the way I do Eorzea.

Your Grace, I seen growth formulas make seeds sprout and dyin' plants get a second chance, even on ground that shouldn't hold plants. I want to see if that can help. [He just needs her permission.]

[She lapses into a long moment of silence. There's a thread of anxiety and hope in her, something that hums from deep in the abyss of the mind.]

Let me write you a letter of introduction to the... the Crafters, I imagine. I want them to understand that though you may lead this effort, it has my backing. I want them to understand there is value in us working with each other rather than against each other. You'll have it in the morning. Just let me know before you do anything, please. [She doesn't think she'll deny him, she simply wants to be aware of progress or tests.]

I understand, Your Grace-- and thank you. I hope somethin' good comes outta this.

I do as well.

[She gives him a faint smile, a warm, mental brush, and then her mind drifts away from his.]

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