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Thirty days seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. 

On the day the Queen Titania arrived in the Inca capital, Inti recalled that there was a thrum of excitement that seemed to run through everyone, from the average citizen looking up at the skyliner to the apu watching from their high rise homes. Although no one's excitement matched that of Inti himself.

He was marched out of the facility he'd called home for the past fifteen years. Siblings and caretakers touched his shoulders and face as he passed, wishing him well. He crossed the last hundred feet to the airship alone, gazing up at the titanic marvel. The air around the skyliner glittered and swirled, the brass gently pushing the sparkles away only for more to rush to fill the space. At the Queen Titania's ramp there were a handful of stewardesses ready to take the bags that had been packed for him. Among the staff were two women that Inti recognized. One was dressed smart and professional, with her long dark hair pulled into a tight braid. Inti had seen her only once before while she accompanied the Sapa Inca, and now she leaned down and whispered into his ear. Message delivered, she straightened up with a smile, patting Inti's cheek before striding away. The other woman was one his Bunch's caretakers - short, thick, and friendly. Likely she'd been overlooking everything and now had come to see Inti off. 

He expected her to remind him to practice his languages, or on the flip side maybe gush and call him the pride of Qusqu. Instead she merely put her hands on her hips and said, "Go get them Inti!"

Inti broke into a wide, handsome smile. [color=EB8FE9]"Of course!"[/color]

He boarded. The experience was already very surreal, but he thought about how he was one of the first students on the ship, or maybe even the very first, and it suddenly got a lot more exhilarating. Somehow Inti felt that he should have more to say, maybe some kind of parting words... but to say that he was inexperienced with this kind of thing would be a vast understatement. He lingered at the skyliner's door, looking out. To the people watching from the edge of the landing area and from the facility's doors and windows, Inti raised his arms over his head and said the first thing that popped into his head.

[color=EB8FE9]"Munakuyki!"[/color] he called without an ounce of embarrassment. The audience of sorts replied in kind. It was an oddly lively send off all things considered, but the people of Tawantinsuyu had always been the vivacious sort. The Queen Titania's ramp retracted and the door closed, and soon it hefted itself back into the sky.
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Yes, the thirty days passed by quickly. Inti had spent the time fully indulging in everything that the ship had to offer. He was often spotted in the gardens getting hands on with the flora, or in the gymnasiums trying to entice anyone he could to play a game with him - any game. With every stop that the Queen Titania made, Inti was sure to be found at hanging around the entry area and introducing himself. [color=EB8FE9][i]"Hi, my name is Inti,"[/i][/color] with that deep boyish cadence, was definitely ingrained into the staff's brains by the end of the journey. If any of the students he greeted were put off by the unfamiliar wild haired Inca, he just brushed it off. There were a multitude more students to connect with anyway. Nights were spent making sure his crash course in foreign languages and etiquette would stick. Soon enough it was the date of their arrival to Bermuda, and while Inti may have been one of the first on the ship he was one of the last to get off.

The tour of the city was insightful, and considering just how many places there were it was also very much appreciated. It wasn't a question of what was available in the city, but what [i]wasn't?[/i] Just how much had they squeezed into one city? They'd even built different city sections using different cultural techniques, or so Inti assumed. There were buildings and areas that had a distinctly Tawantinsuyu feel, and many more that didn't seem to match it or each other. It was intriguing to look at, and it made it clear that this was definitely a city that was planned from the get go rather than built up naturally. Artificial, if a city could be called that. It was toward the end of the tour that Inti realized that artificial feel made him feel more at home already, and he laughed to himself despite some strange looks from fellow students.

As they approached the Hall of the Greats, there was hushed chatter among the tour group about the stranger aspects of the city, and especially the curfew that many seemed to take exception to. It was strange, sure, but Inti was more focused on the gigantic opera hall ahead of them. The inside was even more impressive that the outside, and at the first opportunity Inti bounded up a stairwell to the upper level, looking down on the instruments from above.

[color=EB8FE9]"Oh wow,"[/color] he said aloud, eyes wide and expression openly amazed.

"It's just some self-playing instruments," said a posh looking boy nearby, "though pretty good ones."

[color=EB8FE9]"I've never seen any before,"[/color] Inti replied. He glanced at the other boy, though any hopes for potential conversation were dashed when he scoffed and moved on. Inti stayed where he was, half leaned over the railing and watching the 'band' until his stomach protested. He went back down to the ground floor, taking everything in again at eye level for a few moments before moving again. He intended to eat dinner, but there were so many students and conversations going on that were all so [i]interesting[/i] that he couldn't help but poke his head into a few of them. Was that rude? Was he already disappointing his charm teacher? Honestly Inti couldn't bring himself to care at this point. It was the first night, he could worry about that kind of stuff tomorrow.

One such conversation he popped into was a quartet of students, and not because of the subject matter but because the cute girl with matching white hair to his seemed to have some misinformation. Inti was a sudden presence beside the group, piping up immediately.

[color=EB8FE9]"Hm? They didn't run out, there's a lot of those jelly-things all over the hall,"[/color] he said, smiling like he'd just done the girl a favor. He didn't stick around for her thanks that were sure to follow, making his way over to the food laden tables to gather a plate for himself. 

Once his mission was accomplished, his dish a broad assortment of food he'd never seen nor heard of before (with a few familiar flavors thrown in just in case), it was on to step two: sit down and eat. He wasn't picky in general, and he wasn't about to start being picky with tables of all things, so he just zigzagged through the dining area until he spotted a free space. As it turned out, the first that caught his eye was a fairly open table pushed toward the wall with an Egoist sitting at it. A lot of the Egoists were very easy to remember given their unique body types. He'd been paying attention to a lot of them, as the only Egoists he knew looked more or less like normal people. This Egoist Inti definitely recalled boarding. Ears and tail like a serpent, but gills like a fish... he looked cool. And he was about to get a handful of Inti, as the Inca sat down at his table. 

Oh, right. Manners. 

[color=EB8FE9][i]"Do you mind?"[/i][/color] Inti asked, smiling brightly. He glanced down at the chopsticks in the aquatic boy's hands, and being woefully under educated about foreign cultures Inti tipped his head curiously. [color=EB8FE9][i]"What's that?"[/i][/color] he asked - then blinked, realized he was speaking in Quechua and wondering if the boy had even understood his words, and continued on with another question. [color=EB8FE9]"Quechua? Latin? Erm - Chinese?"[/color]

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