To The History of Habation

JP with Redsword and Cindy

Once Elizabeth and Sung were escorted off the airship. The Eldren took a moment to take in the Exposition. She had been here a few weeks but between getting the house ready and other duties had not had much time to spend here.

"That went rather well," of course the real trick would be convincing Lorem to join, once the true offer was made.

Something caught Elizabeth's eye. "We have enough time for one exhibit, at least. Shall we take in the "History of Habation?" Being the history buff she was, of course that would be where the young woman wanted to go.

Sung was happy to be off the Airship if humans were to fly they would have wings thought Sung. He was not fond of technology but it was changing times. Sung would be fine with a horse or sailing ship on the water. "History of Habation?" Sung thought about how backward his home would look to her.

"Yes, it would be nice to see that exhibit. Can we stop by and get some shaved Ice on the way it had been a long time since I had a good shaved ice. Have you ever had Shaved Ice, My Lady." asked Sung with some excitement almost like a schoolboy. The Master seem to lighten up some and not too serious about everything.

"I have not tried this Shaved Ice, by all means we may stop." Elizabeth replied, interested to try the treat.

A stand which read, in French and English - "Shaved Ice - An Island Treat" was found a short time later. Eldren watched as the hinged top was lifted up frm the wooden and metal cart. Pipes hooked into steam pipes, with a clockwork mechanism underneath the contraption. The cart-vender took a almost shaver looking utensils and began scraping the ice, resulting in large flakes. The flakes were put into paper cups and fruit syrup was added to it. Elizabeth choose the pineapple syrup, she had never tried pineapple either as it wasn't something commonly found in Europe. Some opted to eat the ice sans spoon but souvenir metal spoons were sold at an extra charge or wooden ones at much less a charge. Elizabeth opted for the metal spoon.

The ice was cool, sweet and refreshing. Definitely a tasty treat. "It is very delicious," the Eldren exclaimed.

"It was quite the treat in Japan," Sung commented. "When I rived running from Korea in Japan. I had to work my way back up from a servant. I saved my lord's life in Japan. and I became a Samurai. That was the first time I had shaved ice. I am not sure if you know but the armor your dad has on displayed at the house is mine. The other set next to it is mine from Korea when I was in the army. I guess I was similar to what you guys call a Captain. Your father managed to get them back for me and I allow him to display them. Makes him look like the lucky collector. not many nobles can boast to have that type of armor." He explained as he was eating his shaved ice.

Elizabeth smiled at Sung, "My father has told me they were yours and a little of what you just told me but not everything." Sung spoke of places like that and they seemed so exotic and exciting to the Eldren. "You're life always seems like it was so exciting. Did you ever want to go back to it?" Before now she meant because chasing down a manic doctor was exciting but life in her home wasn't like this a great deal.

Elizabeth glanced around at the people and thought what she sometimes did about the middle class women might have the best of both worlds. Enough money to have conveniences but not tied down to the rituals and strict rules of etiquette the upper-class had to abide by.

Sung watched as Elizabeth looked at some other women. There was something on her mind he could tell. Sung was unsure if he should say something but He is her mentor and master. "My Lady, what is on your mind? it seems like you are pondering something," asked Sung taking another scoop of his shaved ice.

His question brought Elizabeth out her thoughts and she realized if he had answered her question, she must have missed it.

"It's nothing really. A bit silly perhaps. I just thinking that maybe middle class women have it a touch easier that upper-class women do. Do not mistake my words I do so love my life and am grateful for what I have. It's just they seem freeier." The upper-class life was just so full of must do and cannot do that it sometimes could be tedious.