Alban licked spiced broth from his lips and smiled.
"Well," he said, "actually, I work at Fallish University. Which I'm sure you've heard of."
"You work there?" Seph had assumed that Alban would be a student.
"Yeah. I'm a professor. Actually, I guess the more appropriate introduction earlier would have been, hi, I'm Professor Alban Lita."
Prof Lita!
Seph kept himself composed, nodding with interest. The only evidence of his recognition was easily hidden by a spoonful of soup.
"What do you teach?"
He smiled again. "I actually teach about High Anthem. Well — more specifically, I teach about the internal and external interactions of Low Anthem. So if I ask about your life up there, that's why. Despite the fact that the Tragic War happened ages ago, and despite the passing of some things such as the Perdon Law which require somewhat comprehensive cooperation between both Low and High authorities, it seems to me that there's still a pretty big disparity when it comes to those of Low and those of High. Evidenced by the fact that there are very few High transfer students, much less High migrants at all."
It was an interesting idea, and Seph forced a polite smile.
"What about Quartzal?"
"The highest district in Low? The population is roughly five-sixths migrants from High Anthem, but ask around and see if that place isn't regarded so much as a high district in Low, or a High district in Low."
He smiled to himself again, then stretched out, giving a great yawn and kicking out at the folds in the cloth; for a couple moments the air close to the ground was dense with down feathers fluttering about.
"More personally, I am mostly descended from High blood, but my grandfather was half-merhin. I enjoy cooking and playing boules, and my favorite color is violet. Not sure if there's anything interesting beyond that. Would you like more soup?"
"You work there?" Seph had assumed that Alban would be a student.
"Yeah. I'm a professor. Actually, I guess the more appropriate introduction earlier would have been, hi, I'm Professor Alban Lita."
Prof Lita!
Seph kept himself composed, nodding with interest. The only evidence of his recognition was easily hidden by a spoonful of soup.
"What do you teach?"
He smiled again. "I actually teach about High Anthem. Well — more specifically, I teach about the internal and external interactions of Low Anthem. So if I ask about your life up there, that's why. Despite the fact that the Tragic War happened ages ago, and despite the passing of some things such as the Perdon Law which require somewhat comprehensive cooperation between both Low and High authorities, it seems to me that there's still a pretty big disparity when it comes to those of Low and those of High. Evidenced by the fact that there are very few High transfer students, much less High migrants at all."
It was an interesting idea, and Seph forced a polite smile.
"What about Quartzal?"
"The highest district in Low? The population is roughly five-sixths migrants from High Anthem, but ask around and see if that place isn't regarded so much as a high district in Low, or a High district in Low."
He smiled to himself again, then stretched out, giving a great yawn and kicking out at the folds in the cloth; for a couple moments the air close to the ground was dense with down feathers fluttering about.
"More personally, I am mostly descended from High blood, but my grandfather was half-merhin. I enjoy cooking and playing boules, and my favorite color is violet. Not sure if there's anything interesting beyond that. Would you like more soup?"
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