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Ah Chittentown, with its populace , its technological advances and… Its hot climate. Polair wasn't exactly built to sustain such thing, being a seadweller and all just meant that she was more “active” in a water-based or a cooled environment. Not sand and, more specifically, not this heat. Either way, Polair was going to enjoy her trip. Even if the heat was unbearable, even if all the trolls there watched her cautiously. Not that she could blame them, she was in fact royalty. She didn't pay attention to them, not that she was bothered by their stares. After hydrating herself and Claud they were both going to seek out any technological advances then could find and study them or at least gather up their plans. Maybe it was because of the heat that made her somehow stumble upon a bar. Thinking she might get some water, the young seadweller approached the place and entered. The atmosphere was warm, which was bad, and a bit tense, which was worst. Claud growled weakly, telling his charge that they were better of going somewhere else. Yet she didn't heed his warning. ”Claud, we need to hydrate ourselves and I don't think we can go on if we don't have a quick drink.”

The seabear growled weakly once more, trying to convince her to go somewhere else. Sadly Polair was too curious since she has never been to a bar. She wondered if she would find someone scientifically cultured in there. Once she entered, some eyes were on her. Well, she was wearing golden bracelets, of course they were going to fixate their glances on her. Her face was neutral, she didn't smile nor look at anyone. Why would she? That would make her waste more time! In the eyes of others it must’ve given off the wrong impression- she did look as if she thought of herself as better, higher, and powerful yet Polair wasn't thinking none of that. She just wanted water. The loud ruckus of the card players made her mouth slightly twitch downward. Polair reached the counter, sat down next to a yellowblooded kid and asked for the troll behind for a dozen glasses of water. “I need at least a dozen or maybe, if it’s not too much, 25 to 28 litres of water. I have enough beetles to pay for it and I'm sure you can provide the amount.”

“Also it must be at least 0°C, at most 40°C. I would really appreciate the effort. ” Even if she was just stating facts she did sound a bit snobby, even her tone was neutral as well as her face, anyone could interpret it as bloating. Meanwhile, the card players started to get louder and rowdier, and that was bothering her and her lusus. So much for finding an intellectual…. Polair thought. The highblood started shoving the accused redblood about cheating.

“This is such a waste of time. They should be working, doing research... Something worth doing! Why can't they resolve this problem peacefully?” She said while looking at the commotion from the corner of her eyes. Polair couldn’t understand why they were even fighting about that. Surely there was another alternative to solve this problem. She thought of multiple solutions, yet did nothing. This wasn’t her problem. Claud wasn’t too happy about this, after all they could hurt Polair. In time, the bartender got her her glass… and well Claud’s gallon of water. “Glub I swear.... Why must these lowbloods constantly overreact? it's not the end of the world.” She said to her lusus who just growled as he drank. Insults were thrown around, as well as occasional shoves and... Then, it happened. The lowblood decided to push the highblood. Neither Polair nor the adult highblood on the floor could believe what just happened. The seadweller hypothesized a brawl between them would happen any time soon, an intense one. Claud began to growl deeply, preparing himself in case he was about to get a hearty meal tonight.

She simply shook her head. "Lowbloods have such feeble thinkpans."

The noise from the card players died down once they went outside. Polair sighed half-heartedly in relief, it was a good thing they weren't going to fight inside, but the poor fellow was going to suffer the consequences for pushing a highblood like that. Claud seem a bit happy as well, though he was really looking forward for a meal. Again she sighed, brought the glass of water up to her lips, and stopped once she heard someone clear their throat. What is it now? She looked to see who had spoken to her, to her surprise it was the yellowblooded kid who was next to her. The child couldn't help but wonder why would he even smile at her after he sarcastically asked for an apology. Did he felt insulted by her comment? She was just stating a fact, a known fact. Usually lowbloods didn't receive a stable form of education by their lusii, at least that's what Claud tells her. Pol's deadpan expression remained unchanged and as she set the glass down on the counter, she looked at the yellowblood unamused.

"Why ask for forgiveness on their behalf? If that's part of a troll's nature then I can't change that." Yet. She thought that last part. Another gallon for Claud was brought and the seabear began drinking alert, in case the wiggler hurt Polair. She just took her glass and drank her cold water before continuing with her statement. She didn't smile, as always she was neutral. "I just ignore the feeble. If you are pleased by being like so, then who am I to stop or judge them? Ah, right." She flipped her fins nonchalantly. Polair wasn't, of course, bragging, just throwing more facts at the other. "By status and bloodrank I have the right to judge and stop such mediocre attitudes- the right to help them become productive. However, that was none of my business. Claud here forbids me from wasting my time resolving other's issues." She took another sip of her drink before resuming and the seabear growled in delight. He loved it whenever she used her smarts to obey him.

"Wouldn't you call such ruthless displays as something trolls with feeble minds would do and enjoy? I think they would've solve the issue with solid facts instead of tossing around wild accusations and generalizations. As I arrived at a later time, I wouldn't know if anyone was wrongfully accused. I do have a couple hypotheses about the matter, yet due to many misconceptions, they are mostly generalized. I should've, though, mention I was referring to "them" since I guess not all lowbloods are feeble, just a high percentage of the populace if you ask me." Polair stretched a bit and began to stroke Claud's shimmering fur gently.

"I guess all that ruckus will get them in trouble." She knew though that the highblood would less likely receive any punishment whatsoever. That was... unjust, if the highblood was indeed the culprit. "I think that, in time, both adults will get what the punishment they deserve. Don't you think?"

“Don't make me laugh.” For the first time in her life Polair felt like doing so. She felt a rush, this discussion piqued her interest. She loved this right now even if this yellowblood killed and stabbed his pronounciation with some words. She had to fix that somehow, but first Pol had a discussion on her hands, which was worth every second. However she really didn't show it.

The seadweller always enjoyed having facts thrown her way, so she could analyze them and make them see their errors so they could strethened ther statement in a nearby future. They needed to know how strong their argument were- how stable and how many solid facts they had to sustain it and she was determined to show this low blood how he could do better than that. Claud though was merely getting tired from hearing them banter about ranks and such. So he decided to go behind the counter and take a quick nap in case he needed the energy to drag Polair out of there.

The child took her glass, drank the remaining bits of water and set it on the counter nonchalantly. She crossed her arms and listened at him, because he deserved to be listened. Once the yellowblood ended his statement, Polair breathed in and looked at him straight in his eyes. She seemed challenging yes, because she was. She needed to know how well he could formulate his ideals and what he expected from the Alternian society (or at least where he currently resided). “Take me off my high hoofbeast you say?”

“Let me tell you this, I have read many investigations on the matter. Books, autobiographies…. If you want to push me off my high hoofbeast then do so. I want you to, just as I want to push you off yours.” Was her opening statement. “You have given me facts, yes, now try to give me your previous research, try to show me evidence. One event such as this doesn’t justify all of them. Show me corruption, show me how your definition of law works so you can demosntrate that you are, infact, right. Show me your reality and I might as well believe it.”

Polair was trying to make their little discussion worth the while even more and trying to encourage him to speak more out of his mind. “As I have listened to you, I can only expect you will do the same.”

“Seems interesting how you lowbloods claim to be so much happier with our absence. Yet, as highly industrious and technological Chittentown may be, you still lack some kind of order. Some kind of way to live and sustain yourselves without having to deal with miscreants like the ones beating the redblood right now. Some kind of law to prevent this from happening but of course you don't.Surely you all must have more “highbloods” that constantly push you all down right? All there is in Alternia is the spectrum. Its everywhere, unavoidable. No matter where you all run or settle, nothing will ensure you will get the respect you all deserve.” The corners of her mouth barely turned upwards.

“The hemospectrum exists for a reason and that very reason is to maintain and sustain all of us. Not to exploit, not to try and push you down but to create parameters to ensure we don't end up in a place without rules or concequences. Now, I do admit that my fellow highbloods do take advantage of it relentlessly and that disgusts me. That just mean they are as unproductive but there are a few who don't. Counting….”

“Myself.”

Wow, she was a bit parched. After that speech who wouldn't? The bartender brought her another glass and Polair took a sip before resuming. “If the events always unfold the same way with your card players, then why don't the others do anything about it? Ah, I know. Your “no highbloods” paradise law allows it meaning that even if their blood color isn't as cool as ours, you still get pushed around by those one step higher in the spectrum. A greenblood most likely picks on a yellowblood just as a yellowblood would push on an orangeblood and so on. Again, if there's no law, then there's no order.”

“Now, am I wrong?”

Wow… The seadweller was stunned, truly stunned. So many questions she could try and answer but whether her answers were valid… That was another story. She didn't want to say something incoherent, but she had to defend her point. What made it harder for her? She supported some of the facts he has pointed out. Which made it harder for her to formulate a witty reply. Yet this didn’t make her feel bad, Polair felt more enthusiastic about this discussion more than ever. Was it because she somewhat agreed with him?

Maybe.

"What an interesting counterargument." Polair brought the glass up to her lips, to hide her small smile. It was obvious she was in a good mood. Once she drank some water, her face became a bit neutral again. "I like how you think. Such a very visionary point of view, for a lowblood. You are correct, partially correct if I may say.”

"It is true, I'm sitting at the top-- yet my bloodrank shouldn't be a variable in this discussion and if it was, then wouldn't it be in my favor? I have been in a more politically inclined environment, that gives me an upper hand. Is like you think that, just because I have the opportunity to live a luxurious lifestyle and get some sort of distraction from what's really going on, makes me wholeheartedly support the system, makes someone who stands in my level get away with the most treacherous things and make me oblivious to reality. Of course I support it... but only in theory. You were right when you implied that I too see what's really going on, because I do."

The child sighed and stared at her glass for a few seconds before looking back at Buffel. "My logic suggests those actions yes, but it goes beyond that. If it only takes one rank to "exploit" and "mistreat" then must the other's do the same thing? Tell me, are you obliged to turn this into a vicious cycle? You said you are the majority, but look at how you are dealing with this situation right now. This rebellion, lead by your majority, do you think it will solve anything? Bring any good? Equality even? What do you suggest we should do? You are more than us in numbers. If we gave you all the same chances, the same amount of power, the same amount of resources we have... what will ensure us that you will all use that responsibly? If you get the chance to see what's written down, then you'll see how perfectly it's laid-out. The hierarchy, our roles, and how it ensures social wellness are some of the things it's supposed to do. The main reason this isn't working: we don't put it to practice well and we are all to blame. We all step out of the line and sometimes we don't see that."

"Yes, as of right now, only a few highbloods follow what's written down correctly. For me that means it's some kind of progress, that there's some kind of hope at hand. I do agree those numbers should be increased, that someone must do something about this. To create a change so we can all thrive together without the need of pushing each and everyone of us down. I have the evidence to prove to you that the system works, but... like I said before, minor cases don't justify the rest." Polair took a full swing of her glass and rubbed her sore throat.

"I could go on and on about how emotional impulses are the main reason why the caste system appears unjust, however, I would definitely bore you to death." She lightly chuckled. It was highly probable since most trolls she knew made her feel like she did bore them, even her own lusus. Having someone to discuss all this was something rare, and even finding someone with within her age range. "And... I don't want that."

When the bartender motioned to the clock, Polair’s eyes widened slightly. Had they been talking nonstop all this time? That was impressive, even for her!

“Ah yes… Thank you and forgive us.” The child nodded and looked back at the yellowblood. It that was good to hear that he wouldn't get bored even if she tried. That just meant she could formulate more and more arguments without any worries the next time they discussed something. She had to admit, even though at first they both were a bit rough around the edges, they seem to reach a point in which they just calmed themselves down and had a nice debate. She was glad she didn't listen to Claud, partially. However the child was still going to get in trouble with her lusus and more since they spent all this time talking. Maybe she didn’t speak someone scientifically cultivated tonight but, she met someone socially cultured. And even meeting Buffel got in the way of scooping Chittentown’s tech, she got a chance to exchange facts with this kid, Pol didn’t regret it.

“I agree with you, trolls with the right set of skills should lead. Although, I do still believe those who use their ranks for no good should still be reformed in a way… as to “ensure” that doesn’t happen again. Like, some kind of training? Also I believe we would still need some kind of structure, you know? Possibly something similar to what we’re all used to. I have many notes on the matter and propose a few solutions but after this talk, I’ve decided that I must update them.” If she was a bit more expressive, Polair would have smirked. She did smirk… a little.

The bar was nearly empty now, only the kids, Claud and the bartender were inside. Once she noticed this, the child left her beetles on the counter for the bartender, plus a big tip, before she got off her stool. “We should get going. They haven’t closed up because of us!” She said and called her lusus, who just lazily climbed up the counter and walked towards his charge. “Forgive us for spending too much time here.” Polair said to the bartender. “And forgive me for taking your time…” She did a quick reverence to Buffel. He probably had stuff to do. Oh silly me… She thought. I forgot to introduce myself.

“My name’s Polair by the way-- Polair Rision. I do hope we can meet again... for another talk perhaps?”

"Hard to believe, really! Unless you approach everyone as roughly at first... or not." What was she saying? Polair shook her head slightly and stood close to her lusus. "It was nice talking to you Buffel. Like you said, in more literal words, it's really rare to find someone that doesn't look at you down or, in my case, with an air filled with satire." Reaching her bag, Polair took her notes and a pen, wrote down her address (even if she was uncertain if she was going to receive his letter) and handed it to Buffel.

"I-if you ever want to talk, feel free to contact me. I always try to respond as fast as I can and wouldn't mind having another discussion with you via letters if we're not able to meet." With one last reverence she said, "Goodbye." The child never would've guessed she enjoyed talking to anyone really. She always found everyone slightly irksome in a way, yet she had to be grateful. Never would she thought about the things he said. She started humming, thinking over the facts each pointed out. "You know Claud? I think... Everyone lives around a sea of ignorance of some shape or form, and as our island grows, so does our knowledge. But as our knowledge grows, also the shore of our questions and curiosity grows..."

Claud stared at her for a few seconds confused. "Maybe... My island will grow a bit more if we keep in touch no? I mean, not only with him of course but, with other trolls?" She thought out loud and Claud shrugged. He growled about how he didn't understand her sentence at all, how she was overthinking and began rambling about how annoying other trolls were. Maybe he was right, maybe she was overthinking.

Polair shook her head once more and stroke his fur. "Your statements are correct... Sorry, I'll stop talking. You've heard enough from me tonight.... The child began to hypothesize if knowledge was directly proportional to ignorance, as they walked the opposite path. "Although... What is ignorance and it's relationship with knowledge?"

Claud rolled his eyes and... well, tried his best to listen and maintain his sanity on their way back to their hotel.