Fishing expedition

So this was the man that lived in the floating palace, high above, the magic needed to keep the place in flight had to be.. powered by so many blood magics, or a dozen or so magisters working day and night, either way, he fit Kaczor's thoughts on the type of eccentricity that would go along with a magically floating houses. For a moment, she felt like the entire thing was a mask, a charade meant to disarm -- all the more that his dramatis persona carried through into gesture and speech even, and then there came the glimpse of a schemer under it all. Aha.

There he was.

Kaczor lowered into a curtsy, head bowed as her hair fell down around her face, before she rose and went to tuck the tendrils back behind her ears. I'm honored for the invite, Archon, I never imagined I'd receive one after my previous.. indiscretions. She moved to the table that had been sat, stopping for a moment to let one of the more curious of the cats sniff at her hand, unrushed to join at the table until the cat had it's fill of scenting her, and moved along. Kaczor continued her way to the table and sat down in the indicated chair, I was glad that the attempt to cat-nap several of your companions didn't go further than it did. She didn't see the cat with his little helmet though, which made her wonder if the cat had been lost that night or not, the little seal point that had sniffed at her jumping up and making herself at home on her lap. Little did she know, Zizi, Malik's favorite of the Archon's cats, had made herself at home.

The black that joined them on the table looked far too intelligent for her liking, but the tom with his wide set face settled down and the rumbling purr of the one that had taken up space on her lap made her a little more at ease. Kaczor felt, if the Archon was going to kill her today, that the cats would be put up elsewhere for it. This made her feel a bit more at ease. Please, Kaczor is fine by me, Archon. She sat back as she let a hand rest on the small cat that had joined her, glad for the animal to relive her experience.

A picture, as you ask, and I am going to assume that, you are asking because you want truth, not a neatly tied bow around something you've entrusted to someone to run on your behalf. As... a prisoner, I did not expect silk sheets, or lavish meals or even privacy. A prisoner, in prison, is there for reformation, but I could not focus on the reformation being offered, the penance being offered, due to some of the more difficult nature in being seen as a threat to the state, and being focused on keeping myself safe from the other prisoners. She paused, keeping her expression neutral, she gave the report as it was, a report. I know my situation is difficult to navigate as to my gender identity and presentation, but my head was shaved, to prevent lice and bugs, and then I was thrown in with the male population. I spent the vast majority of the time trying to slap away hands that wanted to check and see if "the bottom half matches the top half". I was glad to be in a single cell for some of the duration of my incarceration, I was able to sleep during those nights, but I was put in with another prisoner at some point who made it a game to try and use my chest as an alternative to his hand so he could "pretend" I was an "actual woman taking a load to her face".

She paused, taking a deep breath as she stopped petting the cat in her lap, her brow drawn together, I don't believe any of what happened to me was a failing of the intention of the reeducation system, more that I fought more dysphoria of being robbed of my identity, and trying to fight off perverts, than I was able to focus on the true meaning of the lessons trying to be taught. I am under no illusion that were I not a Tilani I would have already been executed, I am quite certain of that. As first born and heir, it is what anyone should have done to quiet a brewing act of sedition. An example. Instead, I left my time in the program more determined than ever to rip it apart brick by brick if offered the opportunity to do so. Had she not just watched her wife swinging in a tree by a noose, she might have been more eloquent, more measured in her words, but as it was, she had just watched her wife try to kill herself, and wasn't in the exact emotional state to mind her tongue.

The lesson I learned was to keep my head down, keep quiet, keep still, and try not to be noticed so that I could get home to my child and wife. Anything else that was trying to be taught .. it never stuck, apparently. But the fear of not having my girls is enough to keep me in line. You have no further fear of any misbehavior on my part, Archon.

@Demetrius Arvina