(places, names, some concepts - big thanks to Master of Orion games! )
Even gravity of Mentar was different from what she was used to. Lehroulinn seemed much more comfortable in the weird surroundings. He said he somehow managed to contact one of locals. The noises of highly technological megapolis were maddening... Odd vehicles in the air, strange light, strange scents... They walked, or stood on moving ribbon-like roadways, or entered strange portals that didn't even smell magic...
"Almost there," the voice of her shalafi was no consolation. Cultural shock was a common occurence for those coming from magical worlds into realms of technology, this she knew for sure. Finally, they arrived at the entrance (if a column of transparent cold fire could be called this) to the dwelling of local Lehroulinn has contacted.
The Psilon looked as odd as his world did. He was skinny, with huge bulging eyes, delicate long fingers that resembled (to her frustrated mind) spider's legs. However there was type of elegance in his look, common for any being that evolved. He fit in perfectly in his surroundings. Dark eyes regarded them carefully.
"So thisss is the student you've promised, colleague? doensn't look too intellectually developed, but I will rely on your judgement," the disdain in his voice was almost palpable. "She will get her chance, and access to necessary data."
Anger rose in her, but asmodean lessons of self-control were well-learned. "I will try and disappoint you, alien. You will not see me fail"
In three months she started her studies in the Planetary University of Mentar, easily passing the entry exams in molecular biology, biochemistry and genetics.
