Sacred Geometry

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Sacred Geometry
Gausim al-Marain

Geometric function holds a dear place in the hearts of any Ashfolk, but no action more sacred than the assembly of Sacred Geometry. It is the honed, precise, and generational proven most effective means of communication.

The Sacred Social Triangle

A simple but fundamental geometric formation it allows all three speaker to be heard. Dependent upon the social standing in question the angle and base by which the triangle is formed speaks volumes of both recognition and humility.

Equilateral footing ensures those of similar caste, station, and purpose. However much as the Pyramid of Ephia, gradation occurs dependent upon the weights and measures of status. The utmost of course being to stand shoulder to shoulder, the lower recognizing the superior by proximital gravitation.

Conversely so too may one who is outcast, chastised, or being disciplined find themselves akin to the child - gazing up at both parents side by side with one another, if the duo take the dominant position.

A delicate, measured thing but often the most simple of formations to understand.

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The Diamond of Dialogue

Just as one moves up in the world with generational wealth, experience, and wisdom of culture, so too does one move up in Social discipline. The Diamond of Dialogue, precious and forged under pressure, bursts with good taste and proper decorum.

Throughout the course of conversation shall footings shift and sway, as in time a conversational dominance recognized by those of clout and status. A protective barrier effectively erected betwixt the highest, and lowest, while the middling jockey for position themselves.

Gaze to the Architecture of Ephia's Well. Notice the pathways of the Roads. Notice of the city's streets, its walkways. Notice the Accorded.

The Pyramid, the Symbol of the Sultan, sits on high. The Mount and Janissary Garrison, protectors of differing creed, settle east and west. The Rose, where Refugee and more enter the city first assimilating, to the South.

In conversation there begins a simple quartet position but as any dance, once partners are found in the middle does the dominant presence take its place. In large disparagement the three will form an advanced form of the Sacred Triangle, all three recognizing their humble status before the greater.

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The Pentagram of Parley

Often utilized in tense negotiations and multifaceted discussions. The Pentagram of Parley is most often utilized for Stately works emulating the seating of the fabled Kardesler.

Nothing more need be said.

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The Haute Hexagon

When one considers a party it is often the matriarchal aunt who comes to mind. She has adorned herself in her finery. She has seen her hair done in a newest style of the season. Her garb is refined beyond measure. She exudes grace from every tense breath while her abdomen kept taut. She is poise personified.

Until she has six glasses of wine, lets fly a scathing remark, and the entire dinner party descends into a verbal jousting the likes of which may be compared to the fabled Duello of the Outer Rings. The Haute Hexagon is formed.

Three pairs of two taking their sides around the table, raised from the chairs, oft standing in charitable agreement with their dinner partner for the evening whomever it shall be.

Once matters are settled, once civility is reaffirmed, is Order restored.

The Diadic Triangle, two partners at each corner, signifies a conclusion of unseemly activity and a return to pleasant peace. The seats at the head of the table reserved for the Victor and his or her courted guest, spouse, or simply companion for the evening.

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The Forbidden Heptagon

Come now. If you are having an affair with seven people invited, surely you know an eighth, or collectively the assembly may forget to invite the member of lowest status to enjoy at Haute Hexagon.

No one ever wishes to sit the odd figure out in a Heptagon. Any planner of party worth their salt shall have two lists - one of treasured Potential Eights, and one of Removal from Sevens.

It is why it is not so uncommon for one who often finds themselves upon such a list to offer great charity and due respect in hopes of courting one who finds themselves on many Potential Eights. High of social status, high of acclaim, such a flattering Geometric rise. To overcome your status as One of Removal, to arrive with such esteemed guest as a Potential Eight.

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The Octagon of Opulence

"No words. Should have sent a poet." - uttered a man who first gazed upon this splendid Geometric facsimile. Nigh unlimited angles of conversation, an ever rotating shift of status and merit, an imperceptible difference between such form and The Perfect Wheel. So crisp of angle, so clean of lines. Truly the height of Social Geometry.

Oh, to have a Potential Eight. The social event of the season is guaranteed to have one and as the hosts of parties far and near so wish - If B'aara is charitable and Warad is kind, their offerings of treats and samplings, goods and services, shall court them such Social esteem.

For all will remember where they were when they witnessed in an Octagon of Opulence.

But precious few will remember for a lifetime that it was their pleasant picnic in the Garden, it was their Drawing Board discussing affairs of night and culture, it was their vineyard, their office, their home... that saw Host to such.

No higher social honors, as showcased by the Host sitting affixed atop the Octagon. And all who came, be they Ambassador or Statesmen, Merchant Mogul and Captain of Industry, Highest of Priest,  Shall raise a glass and toast to such charitable host. And a single tear is known to pour, in B'aara's honor, down their gracious face. To have such honors gifted.

Food shall taste better, wine more robust, treats all the sweeter. The acoustics of conversation bringing the lilting laugh and the deepest chortle.

The trajectory of a young man or woman's entire future can be skewed upwards by hosting that season's Octagon. Many shall the suitors come. Envy of all rival. Such a boon to Status.

And to partake of the Octagon, an indulgence like no other.

Mothers drill their daughters on just the right angle to cant their head to laugh to cripple a rival's esteem and ensure she is viewed an undesirable suitor.

Fathers ensure their son's mustaches well trimmed and waxed to catch just the right sheen in the dim light of the Celestial Disc. For nothing draws the lady's eye like a well groomed Bel-Ishun Broombristle.

And in one social event a season of preparation.

Perfection.

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