Smoke Alarm:
'You should make them as light as pigeon feathers or paper bags, so they fly on the wind. It would be icehot.' she recommended sagely.
"That would be... novel," Taliro says, with a curious look on his face.
As he and Smoke Alarm walk on through the palace, Smoke notices that a lot of the things the Draconians keep in their brainquarters is like that. Some are very elaborately detailed, but even the things that are like those sculptures, stark and simple, have something below the surface that you didn't suspect by looking at them.
A lot of what Taliro tries to show her is stuff that is supposed to be important for having been at such-and-such a place at such-and-such a time. Lots of it has to do with fighting, which she knows is one way that many of the Draconians are unKanglike, and even some of the pictures are hard for her to make much out of -- Taliro says they're abstract images that stand for principles of virtue, like duty, and excellence, and truthfulness.
Smoke's attention is starting to wander significantly when, apparently at some unseen, unheard signal, everyone around stops what they're doing, and moves out of the way so that the carrydoors are wide-open and clear, and stand with their heads slightly inclined. She sees a small group of Draconians moving down it. There's a couple of obvious caretakers in armor walking ahead and behind the others, one in very swishy dark-colored clothing with a wide silver sash over it, and a pair in greens and browns who look like they're carrying big phones like Trav's Eye-pad, jotting down things as the swishy person says them.