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While lots of human-style furniture is understandably meant for bipeds and little else, there is a K'da poet-warrior who is appreciating the chance to test out one of the chaise lounges in the Plaza, its cushion long enough to allow the entire length of the tiger-sized creature to stretch out comfortably, hanging his forepaws over the side.

Perhaps it's frivolous to spend his time this way when there are other things he could be doing, but he's been in the Nexus many times and never had reason to ask a question. That is no longer the case.

"Have you ever had cause to uproot yourself from your home and travel to places unknown, with no intention of returning? Did you encounter any difficulties that you had not expected?"

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Hermione is quite comfortable standing for the moment. It amuses her how quickly Crookshanks is able to make friends. And how he settles comfortable beside Faris on the lounge. His eyes glancing at Hermione, keeping his witch in sight.

"That is awful to hear. The Dark Wizard we fought also wanted to eradicate a certain group of people."

"How long have you been in this conflict?"

The cat appears harmless enough, like a much smaller and furrier K'da cub, and it surprises him a little with how familiar its body language appears. His own tail twitches, catlike, as he attention returns to the young human.

"Too long," he answers simply. "Many K'da and Shontine have died already, and we have yet to know why. The only path available to us now is to seek refuge elsewhere before we are all destroyed."

"Is there any food sources that are unique to your current location, that you are unable to survive without? Are you able to located to another part of your world? Does your species have space travel?" Hermione asks a lot of questions.

"Our dietary needs do not seem to be specialized outside of human norms," Faris answers, though he really only knows that from watching what his temporary host ate while they were together relatively recently. "I have survived for several of your months without access to any provisions from my homeworld."

He doesn't mind the questions, either. "We are a spacefaring race, as are our enemy. Simply relocating elsewhere on the planet is not feasible. Instead we are traveling far across the reaches of the galaxy in search of a place where the Valahgua will not find us." He pauses for a moment, before he adds, "I do not believe that they would have access to a place such as this. The Nexus may be a safe haven, or a doorway to a universe where our enemy does not exist."

"But you would have to be cautious, migrating an entire species to the Nexus." Hermione notes. "Until someone researches the effects it would have on the Nexus' ecosystem."

"Perhaps there is also a shield, scientific or magical or both, that you could get established on a new planet to protect yourselves."

"Yes," Faris agrees, having already thought of that potential problem. "Whether the Nexus is truly infinite or not, it is... logistically difficult to introduce nineteen million new inhabitants to any particular place without causing greater, unforeseen problems. That is why we seek an uninhabited planet to claim as our own, to create a colony without interfering with a native population."

The K'da tilts his head slightly at her suggestion. "Shielding would be appropriate regardless of the level of settlement. Unfortunately, our enemy has a fearful weapon that is not stopped by any known means, so I am uncertain how much use such a thing would be."

"Every weapon has a weakness. Is there any way to learn more about what they possess?"

Faris shudders, almost involuntarily. "No. There is not. The Death kills all that it touches, and to attempt to capture a Valahgua ship would be pointless suicide. We know all that we need to of it."

Crookshanks moves closer to the K'da, and starts purring softly, hoping to calm him.

"I am sorry to hear that."

"How do they use The Death, if it kills all that it touches?"

"Are you familiar with projection weapons?" Faris questions, the purring of the cat a sufficient distraction to redirect his attention. "It is mounted to their craft, and is emitted as a cone of light. All who pass through the light are killed instantly."

"Yes. I have had to use a type of projection weapons in my war." It is the best way to describe some of the spells that she had cast during that time.

"They are cowards. To not even try to face their enemy in the battlefield." Her Gryffindor traits have a very strong opinion on this.

The K'da turns his snout towards her, green eyes glowing with cold anger. "It is worse than cowardice. They have no honor."

"If there is anything I can do to help, I would like to try."

"We both would," she nods to Crookshanks. Who just blinks lazily.

Faris doesn't take such offers lightly. "Thank you. For the moment, if you know of an unoccupied planet that is available for settlement, that would suffice." He tilts his head slightly. "I have another human to contact about such things, but more options are helpful."

"I could do a Point-Me spell. It would direct you to the right destination." Hermione offered.

"How will it work?" He hasn't seen this type of magic before, after all.

"It is a spell that points you in the direction you want to go. I use it quite often here, when I lose track of my door, to find my way back."

Not quite what he meant, so he clarifies. "Does it require an exact destination? One that is familiar to you in some way?"

"Not at all. We used it in the war to find the next safe spot to set up camp."

Interesting. Faris has never heard of such a thing, but like he said, more options are nice. "It does sound useful."

"I can give you my contact information. Let you think about it."

"Certainly." Faris reaches up to his ear to unclip his PINpoint.

Because they're exchanging contact information, it seems right to introduce himself at this point. "I am Faris, poet-warrior of the K'da."

Hermione pulls her PINpoint from a small purse at her side.

"I'm Hermione Jean Granger. I am known as a war heroine in my world."

Ah, another device. Much easier to exchange information when they can link the two together temporarily.

Faris tilts his head down towards the feline cuddled up at his side. "And your companion?"

Hermione helps to connect the two PINpoints together for the moment, so that they can exchange information.

She smiles. "His name is Crookshanks."

Crookshanks looks up at the mention of his name.