Mlaan Stands in Solidarity with the non-Merian Quarter

You say, "I was wondering how it could possibly be that our non-Merians are going hungry while we plan banquets, your grace."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says, "I think the youths have stocked on food."

Crossing her arms, but keeping her tone respectful, you say, "I think we need to invest more in a self-sustaining food supply, your royal highness. Orchard terraces. Vinyards. Fisheries. It breaks my heart to know that only the merians appear to be well-fed and well cared for."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort asks you, "Are you going to give more?"

With a nod, you say, "I will have to return to that cafe. I hope they've restocked a little; I bought half the store out to feed them the other month."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says to you, "We have a stable livelihood programs, we have fishermen near the port."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says, "We also have collector of fruits from the trees in Oleanvir."

Shaking her head, you say, "I strongly doubt that these people are going hungry out of laziness, your royal highness. If we have such programmes and so many still go hungry, it indicates that we do not have enough to feed our own, does it not?"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says, "The Non-Merian Quarters may not be as opulent as the Merian side, but our stocks in the Nautilus Exports has stable supply."

Clasping her webbed hands before her, you say, "I may not have all the answers, or the power to care for everyone, but I'm trying to do what I can. I designed a new type of bread perfect for sharing."

Though one of her eyes drifts back towards the Nautilus Exports, you ask, "We... have a stable food supply in the Exports office... and people on the same street are going hungry?"

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says to you, "I dun think the non-merian citizens are impoverished to the point of starvation. I think since the Non-Merian Quarters is due for renovation, it is appropriate to stock on the food for them so that they won't be hungry while displaced temporarily."

Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Magister Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort says, "The food being collected is for the workers too."

You have emoted: Mlaan parts her lips to say more but thinks better of it, simply nodding and dipping her head.

You think to yourself: The faster I can defeat that Soulless God, the faster I can start an aquaculture farm for these poor people.

As her skin begins to creep towards a sandy taupe colour, you ask, "I should send this recipe to Duchess Coldwater. Might I beg your pardon, your royal highness?"

Qoivhae nods his head in agreement.

> Moved to Shanty Town Memorial's reflecting lake.
You have emoted: Mlaan sinks below the water, her skin turning as white as sand. Tears well up in her eyes, but are lost beneath the cover of lilypads and lotus blossoms.

Mlaan breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

You have emoted: Mlaan sinks to the bottom of the lake, despondent bubbles drifting up to jostle the waterborne flowers.

You have emoted: Mlaan slowly begins to return to a normal, mahogany hue, her underwater breath calming as she concentrates.

You say, in Mugwumpi, "Okay. If the merians won't help, the non-merians will just have to pull together."

You say, in Mugwumpi, "We have enough food to feed them, but won't? Fine. I'll just have to buy the
food to feed them."

*BUYS OUT THE ONLY CELESTIAN RESTAURANT*
>Fills Hirin's collection quota.

*BUYS AETHERPLEX FOOD*
>Fills Talsi's collection quota.

You have emoted: Mlaan watches the trill girl run off into the city to disperse the food amongst the hungry population as shades of sand and ebony ripple across her skin.

>Moves to Beach off the harbour.

You have emoted: Mlaan crouches, curling into a ball to hug her gangly legs as she stares into the ebb and swell of the waves lapping against the harbour, the Light's Glory shining high overhead.