Ooflak of the M’yer sat upon his royal conveyance and looked over his kingdom with satisfaction. His people had wrought well, lifting rocks that weighed as much as they did and building structures that towered over even him, and he was considered remarkably tall for a M’yer. At least a male. His wife, Mys’Gig-lz was in her customary leather harness, still considered scandalous by the more conservative sects, and she walked ahead of him in the place of honor. Today they were christening the new space vessel that would take Ooflak’s people to the stars. Mys’Gig-lz snorted, starting off again – her sister was the captain.