[ they're not that separate, her mind insists, they can't be, because what elfblood person would have that power, who would let them be in a position to order such a thing—but she keeps her mouth shut, because the truth is she doesn't know. surely there are elfblooded people whose lineage was kept from them, and they could do whatever they like. how much does it really matter if your elven family hold you at arm's length, and your alienage community doesn't welcome you with the same joy and pride that they do your proper elven siblings, in the face of that? ]
I take your point, [ she says again. ] It's—I clearly have some, you know, [ dismissive hand waving ] feelings of my own on the subject. I don't quite agree with you on their separateness, but how much of that is a rational position informed by logic and how much is, well, not that, it's. An unproductive place to have a conversation from, really.
[ "daddy didn't love me, which is just as bad as human chevaliers hunting elves for sport". she is not nearly far enough up her own sad ass to think that with any seriousness, thank the gods.
ness takes a deep breath, visibly sloughing off the melancholy that the conversation has produced, and looks to gwenaëlle's hands instead. ] I'm sorry to have distracted us from the topic at hand. Are these your notes?
[ it's not a firm rebuff from the topic of elfblooded experience, more a self-conscious redirect. a perfect stranger has no interest in hearing about the way her familial issues have informed her response to this discussion, and this was supposed to be an academic and business-related meeting. ]
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[ they're not that separate, her mind insists, they can't be, because what elfblood person would have that power, who would let them be in a position to order such a thing—but she keeps her mouth shut, because the truth is she doesn't know. surely there are elfblooded people whose lineage was kept from them, and they could do whatever they like. how much does it really matter if your elven family hold you at arm's length, and your alienage community doesn't welcome you with the same joy and pride that they do your proper elven siblings, in the face of that? ]
I take your point, [ she says again. ] It's—I clearly have some, you know, [ dismissive hand waving ] feelings of my own on the subject. I don't quite agree with you on their separateness, but how much of that is a rational position informed by logic and how much is, well, not that, it's. An unproductive place to have a conversation from, really.
[ "daddy didn't love me, which is just as bad as human chevaliers hunting elves for sport". she is not nearly far enough up her own sad ass to think that with any seriousness, thank the gods.
ness takes a deep breath, visibly sloughing off the melancholy that the conversation has produced, and looks to gwenaëlle's hands instead. ] I'm sorry to have distracted us from the topic at hand. Are these your notes?
[ it's not a firm rebuff from the topic of elfblooded experience, more a self-conscious redirect. a perfect stranger has no interest in hearing about the way her familial issues have informed her response to this discussion, and this was supposed to be an academic and business-related meeting. ]