She knows what that feels like, and she doesn’t stop him as he turns away for a moment. ”I had a smaller family to start with, I admit, but out of five there’s only two of us now. I get it,” she says, voice tinged with sadness though she doesn’t tear up at it. It’d just become so much a part of her life, her set of truths, that it hurt less. Sometimes it felt a little like telling you that her favorite color was black.
”Well, I’m glad to know I’m not the only one. We should start a guild...though I’m not sure what such a guild would actually do,” she says, grinning, enjoying the comradery that comes with being a weird bastard middle child. It was an unlikely thing, particularly in her case where both her older and younger brother were from the same man. John always seemed to know exactly who he married though, and she doesn’t think he ever minded her mother’s affair.
When he talks of the sea, she shrugs slightly. ”I would not know,” she says, though she glances in the direction of the water almost longingly. Perhaps it was the sea that called to her, but more likely, it was simply the possibility it offered that called to her. She chuckles as he calls Halo a frozen wasteland, and it’s clear no offense is taken. After all, it is a frozen wasteland. ”Yep, that’s the one. I assume our sea is a frozen wasteland as well, though you can’t get to it really unless you trek up and down some mountains.’ Who would bother, particularly given the dangers of said mountains? The waters that far north were too frozen to be navigable anyway.
”Well, I’m glad to know I’m not the only one. We should start a guild...though I’m not sure what such a guild would actually do,” she says, grinning, enjoying the comradery that comes with being a weird bastard middle child. It was an unlikely thing, particularly in her case where both her older and younger brother were from the same man. John always seemed to know exactly who he married though, and she doesn’t think he ever minded her mother’s affair.
When he talks of the sea, she shrugs slightly. ”I would not know,” she says, though she glances in the direction of the water almost longingly. Perhaps it was the sea that called to her, but more likely, it was simply the possibility it offered that called to her. She chuckles as he calls Halo a frozen wasteland, and it’s clear no offense is taken. After all, it is a frozen wasteland. ”Yep, that’s the one. I assume our sea is a frozen wasteland as well, though you can’t get to it really unless you trek up and down some mountains.’ Who would bother, particularly given the dangers of said mountains? The waters that far north were too frozen to be navigable anyway.
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