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.
"- if you don't have castes you must have - I mean, I hope you have - invented some other way to prevent everyone from being dragged into total warfare, but ours is to have very strong rules against anyone other than a grey in a combat position. If a country's greys can't win a war, they can't conscript their purples and throw those at the enemy in case that works. When it's over with the greys it's over and the purples et al move on with their lives under new management. Ereith for bizarre historical reasons stopped having greys, won't import any, won't let some people become grey - the whole place has mostly grey ancestry, most of them are probably grey by any inheritance law other than Ereith's by now, it wouldn't be outrageous to let some of them act like it - and instead has the entire population supposedly grey in addition to their legal castes. Which, since they're isolationist, is usually fine, but they got invaded once."
"I am having problems with this situation that would probably not be productive to discuss right now."
Gosh. Such ginormous machines! She shoos the clouds if there are any, this is going to require a lot of sunlight. Well, not require, but it'll make it a lot easier.
Having water handy would be helpful but they don't need to put it on the plants.