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[crystalia]

_{( Crystal is standing outside in what looks to be a part of the outlands. The rain is falling, but conveniently doesn't hit her or her communicator as she holds it in one hand. She's walking as the feed opens, stepping delicately through what might have once been a fenced-off field-- at least, the remnants of the fence are scattered around, although the field itself is barren. )}

I realize this is a busy time around here, but since a few people have mentioned this I figured now was as good a time as any. The years and the war haven't been kind to the land of this place, but I've been working to see if that can be helped. It's slow-going, but there's hope, for the soil and the people who could depend on it.

_{( She pauses, smiles. )}

I know there are several people here with either scientific knowledge of, magical connection to, or other knowledge of the earth. I know there have been attempts to build greenhouses and small-scale growth, but I'm thinking bigger. This is a farm-- or it was. I want to get it running again.

_{( Another pause, as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She pans the camera over the decrepit building, the barn doors off their hinges and the fallen-in roof. The equipment, where it remains, is rusted over and unusable. )}

But there's a lot of work to be done, aside from that. Building, carpentry... whatever else it takes to get a place like this running.

_{( Now she looks almost sheepish; she's a princess and has never actually had to do that kind of work. )}

We didn't choose to be here, but there's no reason why we can't improve this place, and help it's people. That doesn't only have to be through war, and battle. So if you're willing to help, with any of it, I'd be very grateful. And I'm sure the people of this place would be, too.

_{( She seems to have finally reached her destination, on the side of the house. And there, sure enough, is a small 4x4 plot of apparently-plowed land. It's color is better than the soil in the fields, and clearly someone's been working with it. )}

It'd be nice if something could grow, here. Something we could use.

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[crystalia]

_{( She brushes the hair away from her face in a gesture that's not-quite haughty. )}

I'm an Inhuman.

[heirwithouthope]

[He thinks about this for a moment. Thorin knows the word "human" is used by modern Men to describe themselves. "Inhuman" is another word he has heard, but not in a positive context, before. Not as a race.

She wants to grow a farm, and that is hardly the work of the Dark Lord. Though he still regards her with some wariness.]

What world do your people come from?

[crystalia]

It's similar to this one, though many years in the past. Our galaxy has an Earth. My people dwell in Attilan, though where that is at any given time is... flexible.

My sister currently rules the Kree Empire. So that is where we would be, now.

[heirwithouthope]

Your sister. [There is a slight incline to his head at that information.]

That would make you heir to the throne of your kingdom.

[crystalia]

It's a little more complicated than that. _{( She thinks of Medusa's son, for a moment, and the thought makes her sad. )}

But I am a member of the royal family, yes.

[heirwithouthope]

[A member of a royal family that wants to build a farm. As a king that spent most of his life working in a forge, he couldn't snub his nose at that.

He nods instead.]

It is an honor to meet you, my lady.

[crystalia]

Please. Crystal is fine.

[heirwithouthope]

[He blinks owlishly at that.]

...Interesting choice. [He knows another woman that calls herself Onyx. But precious minerals weren't the worst thing to name yourself, after.] But very well. I am Thorin Oakenshield. We are well met, Crystal.

[crystalia]

It's a pleasure, Thorin.

You are very impressively named, yourself.

[heirwithouthope]

[A gracious nod of his head.] As was the king I am named for.

Though I must be frank with you again. Simple tilling of the earth does not seem enough to restore these lands. It would take far more than that.

[crystalia]

Please feel free to always be frank. Otherwise, I won't really accomplish much at all. _{( Especially if she's doing things wrong; people who aren't honest with leadership are sort of shooting themselves in the foot, in that regard. )}

But you don't have to worry. The earth and I... have come to a bit of an agreement. I can help it along, a bit.

[heirwithouthope]

[Come to an agreement. He thinks on it for a moment, but it does not become any clearer than when he first heard it.]

If I am to follow you, you cannot leave it at that.

[crystalia]

_{( Crystal smirks, then lifts a hand and snaps her fingers. It's not much, but a few of the rocks from the ground rise in the air, circling around her palm. )}

We all have our gifts, I'd like to think.

[heirwithouthope]

[Not much maybe, but by the look on his face, he has very clearly never seen such a thing done before.]

You are a wizard.

[crystalia]

An Inhuman, actually. My gifts are not magical; they're scientific.

[heirwithouthope]

Science is what these Men claim to have. And it does not allow them to move the earth that way.

[crystalia]

My people have a science that unlocks an individual's own gifts. So no one else can do what I do, as I do it.

[heirwithouthope]

That still sounds like magic.

[The power that each individual possesses, and how they are meant to use those powers to the greatest extent of their own potential.]

[crystalia]

It's a bit of a blurred line, maybe.

[heirwithouthope]

But you are certain that something makes them different from one another.

[Otherwise why correct him on the matter?]

[crystalia]

I've always thought of them as distinct.

[heirwithouthope]

Why?

[crystalia]

Because I know mages and witches, and what they do is different from what I can.

[heirwithouthope]

I have known two wizards. One of the greatest from my world--though he cannot control earth as you do.

To say they are merely different from one another explains nothing.

[crystalia]

Alright, then how about this-- science follows very specific laws, and rules. Things usually understood by those manipulating them.

Magic is what should fall outside the realm of possibility.