Lessons in Advanced Door-Opening [for Amelia Ronsam rogueinladysclothing]

[conjuredskies]

It’s been some while since they made their informal arrangement, but Felix hasn’t at all forgotten the light-footed rogue or the dance he promised her. A pact is a pact, no matter how many duties – foreseen and otherwise – have demanded his attention.

For that matter he and Verity haven’t been meeting for Geography Club quite so regularly, and the smells when he steps through the door of the Fox and Crosier make him regret that fiercely. Alchemy study may have to be relocated whenever possible. He scrapes some of the snow from his boots and leather armor, then strolls up to the desk chicken to ask after Amelia.

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[rogueinladysclothing]

The fact that she didn't yell at him means at least some small part of her therapy is sticking. She'll take all the progress she can get.

"No, I didn't--" She hesitates and runs a hand over her face while debating her next words carefully. "What you're saying makes sense. I forget that other worlds look at things so differently sometimes." She sighs and hangs her head, pushing her mug aside despite the fact that he's called for a refill. The last thing she wants is to be overcome by that awful feelings of drunkenness in public. "Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. That wasn't fair to you. Forgive me."

[conjuredskies]

"Already forgotten," he assures her. "Besides, it is easy to sink into platitudes when speaking of troubling things. It's fair to chide me for that. I'm not certain I could be so... composed in your position."

He's quick to forgive as a rule, but it's all the easier because she apologized on her own.

[rogueinladysclothing]

"There are always bad days," she admits, "but others are better. Today... today is a better day." She offers him a small smile and thanks the elven bartender when she switches out their empty mugs for full ones. Not that she's excited about more alcohol, but at least the ale hits a hell of a lot softer than wine does.

"Could you... tell me more about it? Your world, that is. I'm very curious to know how much like mine it really is." They've spoken about it generally in the past, but now she wants to know more. Anything to keep the topic off of herself and her world for a little while.

[conjuredskies]

“Hmm.” It’s a question that needs a little thought.

“In some ways, I suppose they’re not so alike,” he admits. “Tamriel is a great continent, divided between many different inhabitants. Humans, elves, cat and lizard-folk all have their own lands, but the greater number of them live together in the Empire. Especially in my home province, of course: Cyrodiil is the heart of the Empire, and there are probably as many people from other races as there are Imperials like me.” He grins, quite proud of his people’s cosmopolitan ways. It's their hat.

“Magic is also relatively commonplace, of course. At least in Cyrodiil. Most people aren’t really mages - I mean, they don’t train for it – but lots of them can work at least some small spells. Some races practice it almost as easily as breathing. And then there are many beasts that use magic, as well. But those are just the obvious differences. We have our noble families too, though they answer to the Emperor. There aren’t any electrical gadgets in everyone’s pockets, no… phones or miniature timepieces.”

[rogueinladysclothing]

"No pocketwatches?" Amelia's obviously surprised about that one. Even Kairn, as far behind in technology as it is, has clocks of various sizes. She's even kept the one she brought from her world lovingly repaired so she'll always know what time it is back home. "I... find that hard to believe, actually."

With the shock out of the way, she'll address the rest of what he said. "Perhaps it's not so different as you might think. My world is, mostly, one large continent as well, though it's only divided into two nations. A third nation does exist, but it occupies a large group of islands south of the main continent and I'm afraid my knowledge of it is very limited. The other nations, however, are each ruled by their own king and have nobles that are loyal to them. In my country, major cities that aren't the capital, like the one I come from, are ruled over by a Duke, who has nobles under him. There's no emperor uniting all of the nations, but they get along peacefully." Or they do now, at least. But no need to delve that far into history tonight.

She pauses to take a sip of her ale. "As for magic, well... you know about that already."

[conjuredskies]

"We have other ways of keeping time if anyone really needs to mark it so closely." Felix shrugs, clearly doubting how common that need is. "And in cities - at least in Cyrodiil - the chapel bells ring the hours for everyone."

He thinks over what she's saying before observing, "Your system sounds something like our provinces with their kings and nobles. In Cyrodiil the cities and surrounding counties are governed by counts and countesses on behalf of the emperor. Otherwise the nobles don't hold direct power, except in whatever position the Empire chooses to grant them. Civil ones, mostly. There aren't many hereditary posts any more... well, officially. I'm sure you know how that can be."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"But... what happens if you need to meet someone in a different city at a certain day and time and they don't have a clock tower? How would you keep track of time for that?" Because being late doesn't seem like much of an option with some people.

"Nobility is passed from one generation to the next in my world, unless a lord or lady falls out of favor and needs to be replaced." She shrugs lightly at that, as if that's simply a normal thing. "Or, as in the case of my family, there's extenuating circumstances to make them noble. That's much more rare, though." So how did she manage it, hm?

She cracks a small smile between sips of her ale. "So similar and yet so different. I never would have expected that, even if I should have."

[conjuredskies]

"Meet at dawn, or noon, or some hour in between them." He shrugs. "If you're going to do business in such an uncivilized place, you should really know what you're getting into." Which isn't to say people don't get upset, but such arguments between the city slickers and the provincial workers aren't Felix's problem.

"Well, nobility is one thing, you know. Importance..." He grins. "Not to doubt yours, of course."

Maybe it's the ale and the pleasant company, but he adds, "Who knows, maybe you'll end up visiting one day."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"That doesn't always stop people from trying to put you off-guard by claiming you're late," she points out. "But I suppose that can't be helped sometimes." Mainly because people in the habit of claiming such things are going to be jerks no matter what one might do to dissuade them from being that way.

She gives him a small, half-hearted laugh and shakes her head, an almost wry smiles coming to her face. "I'm just a girl who wanted to give her family a better place in the world. Nothing more." What an unapologetic way of professing that she feels worthless compared to her family. And how odd it is that she feels that way, given all she's showed Felix tonight. How can someone so fearless in the face of crowds of strangers and breaking into places she shouldn't be think she's worth so little?

"Oh?" A slow grin spreads across her face. "Given the similarities, I think I'd be able to get around without having to buy new clothes. What a change that would be from previous experiences." And how much more fun it would be without having to worry about leaving her weapons behind on an unfamiliar world.