>>5417875>>5417878>>5417880>>5417888>>5417895“Good afternoon, Teabolo.” You say, nodding to him as you pass by. He smiles and returns the gesture, turning away from whatever business he was dealing with for a moment.
“Are you busy, dad?” Artesia asks, looking over the two other men in suits.
“I am, yes. Do you need to talk though?” He asks, “I can finish this later if you ne-”
“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t want to intrude.” Sayla says, shaking her head and moving further into the courtyard alongside you. As you you walk away, heading to a nearby doorway, you overhear Teabolo and the two men continue their conversation.
“...Yashima is producing a new fighter? How intriguing, though I must say that the initiative for improved energy transport from Jupiter you mentioned earlier sounds more promising as an investment, the energy fleet is very secure…”
“...I assure you that both are fine options, sir, though with the present political situation the Yashima investment may prove more prudent in the medium term…”
As you round the corner the rest of the conversation is cut off, too quiet to hear through the thick stone walls.
Moving up a beautiful, if questionably structurally sound, flight of old wooden stairs, you’re soon at the door of the old study where most of your education takes place; today isn't a tutoring day, but you can hear Jimba from the other side of the door already. You open the door, looking into the room. It’s lined with bookshelves, a single table and a number of finely made wooden chairs populating it. Old man Jimba sits in one, reading from a book and lecturing your brother Édouard on the philosophy of Zeon Zum Deikun. He has been doing this frequently in the last few months, and tried many times to lure Sayla and you into these hours-long rants thinly disguised as ‘lessons.’ You’ve sat through plenty by now.
“...that was when the grand concept of ‘newtypes’ came into being! In every age, prophets have been solitary figures. Even Deikun’s ideology was not readily accepted by the masses at first, but…” Jimba stops as he notices you and Sayla at the door.
“Mistress Artesia, Master Felix, would you like to join your brother in this lesson?” Jimba asks you both, waving the book he was holding in the air, “There is much that you’ve missed.”
Édouard, or Casval as Jimba still insists on calling him, gives you the closest thing to a pleading look he’s probably capable of. He must have been stuck here for hours.
>”Actually we were just coming to retrieve him, Mr. Ral. Édouard, Teabolo needs you to help us with a few things.” Not the best lie, but your brother is clearly being tortured here.>”We were just stopping by to say hello.” Grin mischievously and wave, abandoning Édouard to this horrid fate. >”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?” 