He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"Not sure how talk."
"Well, it's not overwhelmingly important - especially since you don't have caste -"
"--Since don't have caste?"
"Caste is inherited but we shouldn't be trying to figure out what you'd be anyway."
"Trying to figure out what we'd be?"
"If your society mapped onto caste."
"Why need know what mother teach?"
"Most teaching is orange but if she taught university or martial arts or culinary school that would be different."
"Father teach university. Mother teach not school."
"Hmm. Well. - If you can't season the equator without learning more, what about making more land?"
"Flying city need bigger magic."
"...I was thinking in the ocean, does that help?"
She creates an illusion of water rising as more rocks are added to it.
"It could be hollow underneath."
"Or stack up some chunks of seafloor," offers Cadra.
"...Maybe. Or:" illusion of something floating.
"Yes, or float, if it can bear weight like that."
Shrug.
"There's a lot of ocean and lots of it is in seasoned latitudes."
Nod. "Fly bigger magic floating."
"There's no obvious added benefit from our perspective to a flying island."
"Genosha flying island."
"It sounds fun. Just not like it maximizes living space."
Shrug. "Not permissions."
"Yes, your species has different needs."
Nod nod.