Shi Mei showed devotion in departing so quickly. Voldegra was aware that this had come with consequences for its vessel. She arrived on Manta Carlos less prepared to represent its interests than she would have liked. Now she was dealing with the problem. This too showed devotion.
The location was called "Back in Black." Through the eyes of its vessel, Voldegra saw this declared upon the windows and the tiny slips of paper attached to the skin coverings displayed inside. The place and the skin coverings were alike. Smooth in shapes and textures, dark of color, and serenely simple in design.
Shi Mei was here to acquire clothing suited for a competent servant representing a powerful master. Her coverings of treated hides and plastic fibers were suited for travel, for fighting, for action. She did not have coverings for speaking, for dealing, for image.
She was preparing to exchange value tokens for a 'turtle neck' and 'slacks,' which would permit both action and image to be satisfied. Voldegra did not understand why the crumpled and faded value tokens in her possession were considered so worthy as crisp and perfect ones, but this was one of the many services of its vessels. It did not need to understand the value tokens or why the attendant with metal implanted in his ears and nose was the one to trade them with, though Voldegra was fairly certain that this place did not belong to him.
The location was called "Back in Black." Through the eyes of its vessel, Voldegra saw this declared upon the windows and the tiny slips of paper attached to the skin coverings displayed inside. The place and the skin coverings were alike. Smooth in shapes and textures, dark of color, and serenely simple in design.
Shi Mei was here to acquire clothing suited for a competent servant representing a powerful master. Her coverings of treated hides and plastic fibers were suited for travel, for fighting, for action. She did not have coverings for speaking, for dealing, for image.
She was preparing to exchange value tokens for a 'turtle neck' and 'slacks,' which would permit both action and image to be satisfied. Voldegra did not understand why the crumpled and faded value tokens in her possession were considered so worthy as crisp and perfect ones, but this was one of the many services of its vessels. It did not need to understand the value tokens or why the attendant with metal implanted in his ears and nose was the one to trade them with, though Voldegra was fairly certain that this place did not belong to him.
