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 "But should it turn out that we //must// focus on breaking the wall of the sea and find new land in order for civilisation to escape an eternal winter, then the Archons may choose to focus all the guilds' collective efforts on such, or some of them, or ask of the Society of Natural Philosophy to explore other options. It is their choice."
+**Concavenator**:
+She could almost see it, in that moment, 'ikra-kind breaking free from the cold shackles of nature, pursuing its destiny beyond the eon-old borders of its world, in the unknown lands she had dreamed so long ago; though her dreams had not figured so much musty wood and rustling paper and frozen appendages as reality.
+Her guide, on the other hand, had taken a strange posture upon hearing that 'Au'a would not answer clearly to Kukri's guild, either. Perhaps puzzlement on how could people rise to such a high standing without special favor from the Watchful; perhaps disappointment, that all of Tagra was indeed alone and abandoned to chaos, the wealthy and wise no less than the ragged and illiterate. Kukri would have to wonder under which of Her aspects did Giya's family know the ultimate being. Perhaps the Awakener, patron of the guild of icebreakers, would be the best for her.
+But then her posture had turned weary when Kukri had mentioned the Archons. One from the dirtiest slums of Yakak'ratu had little reason to place hope or trust in them. Maybe that, too, was something that could be taught. As soon as Giya was sure that her companion had finished speaking, she replied: "And if not, if they say: 'Au'a doesn't speak to you, you lie?"
+**pinkgothic**:
+Kukri swerved her muzzle about a little in a contemplative gesture. Then: "I do not think that will happen. They will not be listening to me. They will be listening to the Archon of our sciences."
+But the swerving still continued for a little while, until she added: "But if it did happen, we would need to find another way to make the endeavour happen. It would be a daunting task and I hope never to have to witness the effort, but as long as the goal remains clear, those dedicated to it could work on it. The more the better."
+Her voice did not betray just //how much// she hoped she wouldn't have to witness such an effort - it was an interesting mental exercise at the moment, to think of such a situation, but the consequences of the Parliament ignoring the warnings would be as bad as the worst storm Tagra had ever seen and require just as much effort to deal with, without the benefit of easy central organisation.
+But it would be //possible// to move something even in absence of the Parliament. Very hard and terrible, but possible.
+**Concavenator**:
+There must have been a great gale of novel ideas in Giya's mind by that point, most likely more than in her previous travels north and east, and it was starting to make her restless through the layers of torpor, as if to mental activity should correspond physical. The very concept of trying to get the Archons to do one's will, to go past them, even to usurp their power in a way, it was like reshaping the mountains or repainting the sky, for was it not 'Au'a the Oathkeeper who had blessed the Republic and its charter?
+Giya said, quietly: "... It will be long". Indeed in her station, living from meal to meal, she could hardly have afforded much long-term planning, apart perhaps from raising her own siblings. And there Kukri was speaking of a plan on a scale greater than history. "And will you need me, when you do this?"
+**pinkgothic**:
+Kukri seemed to consider the question in private for a while, even though to Giya it must have seemed like such a mundane, simple enquiry. Yet when she spoke, the reason for her hesitance became clear: "In a sense, depending on how the matter plays out, I may well need all of 'ikra kind who are willing to aid me... but I should not have need of you specifically. Yet I would certainly //appreciate// you, very much indeed."
+**Concavenator**:
+Giya thanked her quietly, in a rather formal tone, but tilted her head in appreciation. Perhaps she wanted that conversation to end on a pleasant note, before it went on to another pulse of madness. She folded her head into the dense feathers on her chest as she laid down to sleep, studying Kukri through a half-open eye. A benign gaze, all considered.