Anaiah thought the whole ordeal and such was over rated. These groups did not claim to work for a ruling agency, or government, or even a chief. It just seemed so odd that the whole of this city was run and coordinated by . . . philosophies.
She stretched her massive arms to the sides, finally happy to be out of such a restricting plate. It was such a strange thing to look at these armor. Back in the desert, she was lucky to have found large enough insect carapace to last a week as armor. Here they had metal. Metal everywhere. Jalean had used metal swords, said she got them from the mountains where such things were plentiful. Apparently she had not exaggerated.
Armor removed, and clothes changed she walked to where she would be sleeping for the evening. Her . . . bunk. She stared at it for a long moment, just blinking. "You want me to sleep on that?"
Perhaps she really should have taken the time to more carefully consider her place here. For what it all seemed . . . the Harmonium did everything together. Not an ounce of privacy anywhere.
She considered a moment that she might forgo bathing until she could find an appropriate plane with clean water. But then, that lacked all form of etiquette as well. Whatever was a lady to do . . .
So You Want To Be A Hardhead . . .
