The disbelief in her voice was so thick you couldn't shatter it with a pickaxe. She didn't care that his world probably wasn't hers, that he wasn't from the fiefs. She remembered that age, and she'd seen other kids that age. There was no such thing as not hungry.
"You want to stay that height forever?" she asked, arching a brow before the words could stop themselves from falling out of her mouth. But she did all her growing in the fiefs. In Winter in the fiefs. That's why she never did much of it.
"There are blank slates, legally," she said with a shrug that was all fief. Barren, not Nightshade, though she managed to not spit to the side. Just. "But what you went through, what ever it is?" she shrugged. "No, that will be with you forever. How people treat you because of it... that's half on you and half on them. You cling to that past, and yeah, you'll never have a chance to make a future that's any different."
"Of course, if you starve to death because you're being stubborn, you don't have to worry about the future at all," she said, crossing her arms under the Hawk.
Her sleeve rode up slightly as she did, though she wasn't aware that she was now showing the barest hint of an edge of one of her marks. A swoop of something so dark that it redefined the color black. It wasn't like the mark on her face, something about this was darker in a way that had nothing to do with pigment or hue.
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The disbelief in her voice was so thick you couldn't shatter it with a pickaxe. She didn't care that his world probably wasn't hers, that he wasn't from the fiefs. She remembered that age, and she'd seen other kids that age. There was no such thing as not hungry.
"You want to stay that height forever?" she asked, arching a brow before the words could stop themselves from falling out of her mouth. But she did all her growing in the fiefs. In Winter in the fiefs. That's why she never did much of it.
"There are blank slates, legally," she said with a shrug that was all fief. Barren, not Nightshade, though she managed to not spit to the side. Just. "But what you went through, what ever it is?" she shrugged. "No, that will be with you forever. How people treat you because of it... that's half on you and half on them. You cling to that past, and yeah, you'll never have a chance to make a future that's any different."
"Of course, if you starve to death because you're being stubborn, you don't have to worry about the future at all," she said, crossing her arms under the Hawk.
Her sleeve rode up slightly as she did, though she wasn't aware that she was now showing the barest hint of an edge of one of her marks. A swoop of something so dark that it redefined the color black. It wasn't like the mark on her face, something about this was darker in a way that had nothing to do with pigment or hue.