[It has to be Arrakis, then; Paul thinks he would have chosen it anyway. Caladan is beautiful, but Arrakis - he thinks Palamedes will appreciate Arrakis.
(And because he took almost fourteen years to learn to pull off that little trick of his, now that he's out of it: so if this is the First, and the Sixth is a tidally locked inner planet, and there is a Ninth, it implies at least nine Houses and non-sequential planetary naming. Interesting.)]
They do go outside. It's only safe to do it at night, but near the poles you can survive for a while in the mornings and evenings - it does rotate, almost standard, about twenty four hours.
[Paul brings his chin down and opens his eyes. Where does he start, past that simple question? Where else. His face is soft, his voice thoughtful as he begins:]
You can't talk about Arrakis without talking about spice. [Paul wonders if talking about necromancy felt like this, glancing at Palamedes - it's surreal to explain something everyone already knows.] The spice melange is a geriatric drug. It improves life and extends lifespan. It's an addictive narcotic. But more important than any of that, it's the key to space travel. Guild Navigators are the only ones in the universe who can navigate between worlds reliably or quickly, and they do so by consuming the spice in quantities large enough to allow for the prescience needed to safely plot the courses between stars.
[Paul will allow for a moment for Palamedes to grapple with the implications of that, and then:] Arrakis is the only planet spice is found on, threaded through the desert sands.
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(And because he took almost fourteen years to learn to pull off that little trick of his, now that he's out of it: so if this is the First, and the Sixth is a tidally locked inner planet, and there is a Ninth, it implies at least nine Houses and non-sequential planetary naming. Interesting.)]
They do go outside. It's only safe to do it at night, but near the poles you can survive for a while in the mornings and evenings - it does rotate, almost standard, about twenty four hours.
[Paul brings his chin down and opens his eyes. Where does he start, past that simple question? Where else. His face is soft, his voice thoughtful as he begins:]
You can't talk about Arrakis without talking about spice. [Paul wonders if talking about necromancy felt like this, glancing at Palamedes - it's surreal to explain something everyone already knows.] The spice melange is a geriatric drug. It improves life and extends lifespan. It's an addictive narcotic. But more important than any of that, it's the key to space travel. Guild Navigators are the only ones in the universe who can navigate between worlds reliably or quickly, and they do so by consuming the spice in quantities large enough to allow for the prescience needed to safely plot the courses between stars.
[Paul will allow for a moment for Palamedes to grapple with the implications of that, and then:] Arrakis is the only planet spice is found on, threaded through the desert sands.