"It's been seven years since the Convergence. We've had trade with Terrasper, we've had their people settling in our cities; hell, half the new weapons and vehicles we use come from their technology combined with our magic. It's time to accept that this is the new normal."
"Still don't trust them," Gorn muttered.
"Remember what it was like that first year? The chaos? The panic? People with strange powers we'd never seen before, technology that made our mages look like children playing with toys. Thought it was the end of the world."
"Wasn't so different on Terrasper, from what I hear," the second man said thoughtfully.
"They had their own panic. Magic appearing suddenly. A lot of people died on both sides before we figured out how to coexist."
"And now we're marrying into their nobility," the first man said, shaking his head in wonder.
"Duke Harrington's boy taking a Terrasperan bride. Alliance marriage, they're calling it. Strengthening ties between worlds."
