Xira was a lot different than Sleibte, hell even a lot different than Yfrelo. There was prosperity in the sense that there were resources for utilization, and everything melted together in a huge puddle of cultures from all manner of species and lands. It was a breath of fresh air if Killian was being honest with himself.
He'd begged Magnus for a break. Just a week or so to clear his head and learn about his own kind in some capacity. It had come after a rather heated debate regarding where he was spending his nights. Bundled in the archives for hours looking into things that didn't matter. Following leads that didn't exist on some mission to understand something that was irrelevant.
Magnus wanted Killian to stay focused on the task at hand and Killian wanted to understand more about himself and why he couldn't seem to connect with anything that was humanoid. Even in his false human skin. Even when he tried his best to explain and detail and convince. They always knew that he wasn't worth a damn. Not in the humanoid's house.
But this was all for research and the opportunity to develop magic that would change the world as a whole. He just needed to prove it to a very skeptical and belligerent crowd.
Malseka proved to be a wondrous place with dozens of opportunities to learn. Killian had come with a couple things specifically in mind, but he wouldn't pigeonhole himself to one or two subject matters if he could absorb a lot more than that. He decided to visit the city library. One of the neater and more organized of the lot, but he was eager to get started while the sun was still just barely peeking over the horizon.
He gathered many tomes, some dusty, some fresh, but he was a quick study and was prepared to stay all day and take notes upon notes upon notes. He carried his books carefully, grunting as he slid the stack onto the table across from the other patron.
"Excuse me," Killian whispered. "Do you mind if I use this table space? I have research to do."
He'd begged Magnus for a break. Just a week or so to clear his head and learn about his own kind in some capacity. It had come after a rather heated debate regarding where he was spending his nights. Bundled in the archives for hours looking into things that didn't matter. Following leads that didn't exist on some mission to understand something that was irrelevant.
Magnus wanted Killian to stay focused on the task at hand and Killian wanted to understand more about himself and why he couldn't seem to connect with anything that was humanoid. Even in his false human skin. Even when he tried his best to explain and detail and convince. They always knew that he wasn't worth a damn. Not in the humanoid's house.
But this was all for research and the opportunity to develop magic that would change the world as a whole. He just needed to prove it to a very skeptical and belligerent crowd.
Malseka proved to be a wondrous place with dozens of opportunities to learn. Killian had come with a couple things specifically in mind, but he wouldn't pigeonhole himself to one or two subject matters if he could absorb a lot more than that. He decided to visit the city library. One of the neater and more organized of the lot, but he was eager to get started while the sun was still just barely peeking over the horizon.
He gathered many tomes, some dusty, some fresh, but he was a quick study and was prepared to stay all day and take notes upon notes upon notes. He carried his books carefully, grunting as he slid the stack onto the table across from the other patron.
"Excuse me," Killian whispered. "Do you mind if I use this table space? I have research to do."
