Arven liked the young curator, and had formed such an impression quickly, but he didn’t agree on the alleged silliness of certain indigenous rituals. He had seen such dances before and they seemed anything but whimsical. He knew what Operine was thinking of, though — gentlemen of the Queen’s own England. And on that Arven did agree. Colonists appropriating whatever foreign activity compelled them was not something Arven found endearing.

Accepting that this would not be a quick fix, Arven came to stand with the other tall gentleman and tilted his head for a good look at the pictures. ”I’d say the first. Picture A. It is as consistently slender as a snake, don’t you think?”