[ kaveh looks. for a moment, the question doesn't quite land. it's akin to walking into a rainshower expecting to be drenched, and coming out of it with butterflies descending onto your head in little golden motes.
though in this case, perhaps it's more akin to looking up and having a sumpterbeast land right where your face ought to have been. ]
Well, it's an occupation, first and foremost. I design plans for buildings, I ensure they're safe and not terrible to look at, and I supervise their construction. I drag marble up to cliff-faces and force craftsmen and engineers to put it all together, and when they're doing a terrible job of it, I roll up my sleeves and do it myself. Sometimes, I dream about Moorish arches.
[ kaveh stops. he starts again, ] You've never heard of an architect, Altria? Then who is it that designs the buildings in your world? ... your world has buildings, right? That isn't a new concept, is it?
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though in this case, perhaps it's more akin to looking up and having a sumpterbeast land right where your face ought to have been. ]
Well, it's an occupation, first and foremost. I design plans for buildings, I ensure they're safe and not terrible to look at, and I supervise their construction. I drag marble up to cliff-faces and force craftsmen and engineers to put it all together, and when they're doing a terrible job of it, I roll up my sleeves and do it myself. Sometimes, I dream about Moorish arches.
[ kaveh stops. he starts again, ] You've never heard of an architect, Altria? Then who is it that designs the buildings in your world? ... your world has buildings, right? That isn't a new concept, is it?