"The- the Shory? But that's impossible," Celeste gasped. It was so startling a revelation that her eyes had widened, her jaw had dropped. She had researched the Shory at the academy, and everything she had read stated that their civilization had collapsed centuries ago. Yet, as her eyes studied this woman, Maia, in a newfound light, she realized it could be true. Her clothing was of a style she had never seen before, and her coloring matched the images of the Shory she had seen in murals and carvings. And the way she curtsied, it was an old style that was described in records, but she had never seen it performed. Until now.<br/><br/>Celeste had always dreamed of meeting someone from a lost or forgotten civilization, and now that dream had come true. Except that the guards had deeply upset that someone, and seeing Maia's cheerful greeting turn to anger and loathing was enough to break her heart.<br/><br/>The guards were muttering amongst themselves, sensing that something had changed. "She's not Chelaxian?" Dugald said.<br/><br/>That question would have to wait. She had to make this right, somehow. Celeste felt herself bubbling with excitement, but there was also fear, fear that her dream would decide to walk away. She began speaking earnestly. "It's an honor to meet you, Maia. I'm so sorry if we offended you, but we had no idea. There were no signs of civilization, no sign that your people still existed. Please, if you'll give me a chance, I'll explain." Her blue eyes pleaded with Maia, as if the force of her gaze could compel the woman to listen. "You have no idea how much that would mean to me. I've spent half my life studying ancient civilizations, the Shory among them. I've read your history, your legends. About your flying cities. If you can trust anyone on this island, it's me." She smiled wistfully, recalling the countless hours spent pouring over dusty tomes and scrolls.<br/>