“I haven’t,” she admits, though she certainly wishes she had what it took to survive the Fangs long enough to get some. She’s been to the Fangs to hunt, but they never spent long there, and without Erebor and her mother she knows that her and Korbin don’t stand a chance alone. There are a lot of things she probably would have done if they’d survived, and she’d probably be at least something of a different girl than the one she’d turned into. Those what if’s don’t matter though, because they did die, and she couldn’t bring them back or change the past. “I’ve seen traders with it. They would have taken my entire home in exchange for it, though. Didn’t seem worth the cost.”
He seems concerned that she’s figured out what he is, but she just shrugs at the idea of tensions. “You have not burned down my house or tried to kill me, so I don’t really care.” She knows what it’s like to be disliked, though for her it is not by other humans but rather by the Gods. She wonders what it is like to be a child of one, to be that close. She doesn’t ask though, instead picking a more generic question. “Do you like it? Being Ascended, that is.” All she knows is they can’t get drunk or feel pleasure from sex and that sounds less than appealing. Though being basically superhuman might make the tradeoff almost worth it. Almost.
He mentions an ocean and she finds herself looking toward the sun, creeping closer and closer to the baskets, wondering if there was an ocean out there somewhere. What would that look like? She cannot really imagine the idea of it, the vastness of a horizon made of water and sky instead of snow and clouds. “Do you think there will be one? I would love to see an ocean.” How amazing to stand with her feet in the surf if it was warm enough, to see the horizon as it stretched outside of Caido.
He seems concerned that she’s figured out what he is, but she just shrugs at the idea of tensions. “You have not burned down my house or tried to kill me, so I don’t really care.” She knows what it’s like to be disliked, though for her it is not by other humans but rather by the Gods. She wonders what it is like to be a child of one, to be that close. She doesn’t ask though, instead picking a more generic question. “Do you like it? Being Ascended, that is.” All she knows is they can’t get drunk or feel pleasure from sex and that sounds less than appealing. Though being basically superhuman might make the tradeoff almost worth it. Almost.
He mentions an ocean and she finds herself looking toward the sun, creeping closer and closer to the baskets, wondering if there was an ocean out there somewhere. What would that look like? She cannot really imagine the idea of it, the vastness of a horizon made of water and sky instead of snow and clouds. “Do you think there will be one? I would love to see an ocean.” How amazing to stand with her feet in the surf if it was warm enough, to see the horizon as it stretched outside of Caido.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
