Filleadh House.
While Yven and Lise continued talking about Yven's crush plans, Cel leaned against Chris' shoulder and forged another dream - a nice one. It brought Chris to another idea.
"Let's see - just for the fun of joy -, if there actually is a Fuchshausen on Elverholm Island."
He took his phone out, opened his standard search engine, typed 'index of places Lillorainen' in German and found a list of all cities, towns, and villages in the Federation.
"I know there's a place called 'Vossweiler', which translates as 'hamlet of foxes' in Low German, but Fuchshausen ..." He scrolled down to the places starting with F. Fo... Fu...
Then he had to laugh. "Funny you mention the Cider Belt" - he said. "Fuchshausen isn't there, but Fuchsheim - three times." He opened the search engine again, tapped again - and seconds later, a Wiki page would open.
"Fuchsheim, Fyleria - a village belonging to the city of Lechelen. 316 inhabitants, eleven kilometers to the city center, five kilometers to the Lake of Kolkrade, seven kilometers to the highway exit Lechelen-Fuchsheim at the A59, two kilometers from the next railway station, Lechelen-Sulztal. Postal code's 6400-31, license plate code is LH for Lechelen, that's logical, blah, blah ... let's see what it looks like."
He tapped again and showed her a picture of the village.
She would see a village of around 50, maybe 60 houses, all of them looking a bit differently, yet all somewhat older. One bigger one was in the center, most likely the village pub. Also, there seemed to be a small shop where food and other things for use in everyday life could be bought. Three main roads met at the center forming a T-crossing - plain country roads, rather narrow, even without lane markings. Rather in the background, some farmland was to see, with a farm house and stables, most likely for horses, were situated at the edge. A creek separated the farms from a large piece of forest, with a few houses and gardens with apple trees in it, all near the creek, a very narrow gravel road on the back side would connect them with the main roads. In the background, the forest went on until it met the mighty Elverholmer Great Mountains, soaring up from the flat forest land, almost into the clouds.
And Chris and Cel even knew someone who came from those parts.
Chris grinned. "Is that what you're looking for?"
In front of the Uachtair Inn.
Fred and Hilda grinned at the background of Mungail's name.
"Well, we're gonna know a few more details on that tonight, I suppose" - Hilda said.
Fred nodded. "Yes, our Dad is a highway cop" - he said, nodding to Marla's question. "Which may sound more spectacular than it actually is. His primary job is picking up confused people from the A10, the orbital surrounding our home city - well, except for the coastal part, of course. Tourists who try to ride horses or bikes on it, or also locals who are drunk or stoned. Or tourists who are drunk or stoned. The rest of the day consists of writing reports for the files ... our Mom works in a drugstore."
"Dad has a remarkably ambivalent attitude towards anything" - Hilda added. "On the one hand, he bought me an annual ticket for the Metro to avoid having to drive me to the stable - on the other hand, he is best friends with his colleagues from the Mounted Police. On the one hand, he has his prejudices against foreigners, mainly because of those he meets during his work - on the other hand, he supports us going abroad, learning something new and seeing the world. He isn't a bad man, yet there are a few things he has to learn ..."
"Like supervising anything around himself" - Fred said. "Probably a sort of occupational illness ... well, he's lenient with us, but Rik, our oldest brother, got accompanied by a police escort to his graduation ball! With sirens and blue lights on!" He had to laugh about that memory.
Hilda added, "When he came back, he was a tiny bit outraged ... but Dad became lenient after Rik told him, quote, 'not to turn whole Lysköping into a police state just for the damn three kilometers of way to the dining hall, for Odin's bloody sake' - quote end. But he got the message."
Both were still amused about that story.