For a split second she almost told him that the people weren't really so bad. They had been cruel to her, of course, but they were perfectly giving and sweet to just about everyone else. But then there was Nariko's voice in the back of her head you don't need to defend them, and she kept herself quiet. They didn't deserve her kindness even if they had changed after Nariko's arrival, one day Kaine would be able to give that but not now.
"If nothing else it's good to know that we're all very good about keeping privacy," And though she wasn't smiling her voice sounded warm, even grateful.
"It's pretty much all her fault. Maybe a year after my grandma died we suddenly had the Spectres to deal with. It was easy to liken them angry ghosts, so that's what people considered them, but ghosts don't bleed and they don't try to speak. It didn't matter how many I cleared out from my land or near the city, a whole new horde would come back the next night. I wanted to fight smart, not hard, but no one would talk to me. I found Nariko floating in the gorge, about to fall over the edge. I saved her, and then she told me this unbelievable story about horses and Baronies, stuff I've only ever read in books."
"Eventually we got over the cultural exchange and made a deal. Nariko wanted to get back home but I needed someone to speak to our city's 'dinh', you could say. Even though she was foreign it was easier for her to go and ask questions, people always showed up out of nowhere in my world, and they always seemed to come from different places. Some were actually dead but they never quite looked it, hence my utter lack of popularity." Because a little girl asking why a rotting corpse was running around, when said corpse looked and acted perfectly healthy just couldn't go over well.
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Date: 2015-02-19 08:56 pm (UTC)"If nothing else it's good to know that we're all very good about keeping privacy," And though she wasn't smiling her voice sounded warm, even grateful.
"It's pretty much all her fault. Maybe a year after my grandma died we suddenly had the Spectres to deal with. It was easy to liken them angry ghosts, so that's what people considered them, but ghosts don't bleed and they don't try to speak. It didn't matter how many I cleared out from my land or near the city, a whole new horde would come back the next night. I wanted to fight smart, not hard, but no one would talk to me. I found Nariko floating in the gorge, about to fall over the edge. I saved her, and then she told me this unbelievable story about horses and Baronies, stuff I've only ever read in books."
"Eventually we got over the cultural exchange and made a deal. Nariko wanted to get back home but I needed someone to speak to our city's 'dinh', you could say. Even though she was foreign it was easier for her to go and ask questions, people always showed up out of nowhere in my world, and they always seemed to come from different places. Some were actually dead but they never quite looked it, hence my utter lack of popularity." Because a little girl asking why a rotting corpse was running around, when said corpse looked and acted perfectly healthy just couldn't go over well.