“It was the first time I was to meet Alec, prior to our encounter I had been told he was a fairly rule abiding individual who avoided trouble but who also had a good sense of humor. The perfect pairing of a level head and patients caused me to choose such an adventure. You see by tempting him with something so radical as to re-activate a volcano, well, it would tell me a lot about the man’s mind. Taking him away from work and into the forest for a few days gave us time to talk to in a relaxed setting.”
He seemed amused by her knowledge of the event. “Those were the days when I had agendas and goals, needed to be friends with people, manipulate pieces one at a time as part of some larger game. You can see how well that turned out.” In a moments time he had turned from an explanation to mild aggression. The frustration in his tone was only matched by a deeply held guilt.
Her call of his attention to the jewelry lightened the mood temporarily as he became interested in the manipulation of the gold work. “That is fascinating, the kind of attention to detail so apprised in artisan elementals. However you will find few objects like this in Faypine, here elementals are only valued by power and show in the arena.”
“As for clothing, elementals live in poverty, hardly able to afford to keep food on the table let alone fabric on their backs. We are dressed up in such material designed to show off our element without giving us an upper hand only in the arena. Treated like gods when we are expected to die, some kind of sick sympathy as if a moment in fine cloth or a last meal makes up for it. It’s a symbol of oppression, of ownership over a lesser species.”
Though he spoke loud enough to be heard, those who caught his comment seemed to return glances of approval rather than distaste at his impetuous attitude.
“You will note the lack of elementals in this part or any part of Faypine say the lower markets and slums. If you see an item or fabric designed with such features, it is a fluke that has made its way into Falcon society by chance. All arena formal attire is locked away in the houses of owners or arena managers.”
His eyes wondered the markets, the faces of the people who passed before resting on Lydia once more. “You ask if things here answer to fire, the short answer is no. The long answer is yes.”