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There was a lot of information to take in from Faith's words. It was one of the many reasons she didn't try to socialize often. At least the crying thing was normal, it seemed. Though Qit found herself wondering if Faith was the type of woman that cried a lot anyways. Maybe. Qit'ria repeated the name aloud. "Ayawn." Not a terrible name, not a good one, a halfway decent name.
At the mention of slavery, Qit'ria's face grew stern. Slavery was against the very tenants that she believed in, to her core. She'd never killed a person, but if someone attempted to enslave her, she wholeheartedly believed that she could and would kill them. And she found it odd that anyone wouldn't do that. Faith relied on Paddyrag to save her. Though she said she was born a slave... Maybe she didn't know better. Like how city people don't know any life outside of it. A sad existence.
She could see why others would think Faith weak. She wanted to ask if Faith or Padraig killed her slavers. But she didn't. She listened intently as Faith spoke about Aeon, about the things he did. He seemed like a nice person, though maybe not nearly as strong as he should've been. And she had watched as Noth pushed her friend back into the fire? Noth hadn't been injured even in the least bit when Qit and him danced, had come together as mates.
Qit'ria couldn't hold her tongue any longer, she needed to know why Faith seemed to be so...passive. But she waited until Faith was finished speaking, as Faith took her hand. And Qit was nervous about asking, about saying something she was sure would be upsetting to the kind woman. And it was hypocritical. Exactly one time in her life, Qit'ria hadn't fought. And she'd paid for it. But she couldn't hold it back.
"Why no kill Noth? Save Ayawn. Paddyrag save you. Why no fight?"
Shortly after that was asked, one of the order arrived, with a plate of battered fish and mashed potatoes. It smelled amazing, and she handed the plate to Qit'ria. And while Qit'ria was hungry, she couldn't eat with this hanging over the room. There needed to be more. Something given to receive something. She took a deep breath.
"I not fight. I no kill person. Not one. I not strong to kill. My... sisters.. die, cuz I too weak. I broke family. I leave home, leave Yeye lone. I lone long time. But..." She placed a hand on her belly, "Baby make Yeye smile. Make family. I go home Desnind."
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There was a lot of information to take in from Faith's words. It was one of the many reasons she didn't try to socialize often. At least the crying thing was normal, it seemed. Though Qit found herself wondering if Faith was the type of woman that cried a lot anyways. Maybe. Qit'ria repeated the name aloud. "Ayawn." Not a terrible name, not a good one, a halfway decent name.
At the mention of slavery, Qit'ria's face grew stern. Slavery was against the very tenants that she believed in, to her core. She'd never killed a person, but if someone attempted to enslave her, she wholeheartedly believed that she could and would kill them. And she found it odd that anyone wouldn't do that. Faith relied on Paddyrag to save her. Though she said she was born a slave... Maybe she didn't know better. Like how city people don't know any life outside of it. A sad existence.
She could see why others would think Faith weak. She wanted to ask if Faith or Padraig killed her slavers. But she didn't. She listened intently as Faith spoke about Aeon, about the things he did. He seemed like a nice person, though maybe not nearly as strong as he should've been. And she had watched as Noth pushed her friend back into the fire? Noth hadn't been injured even in the least bit when Qit and him danced, had come together as mates.
Qit'ria couldn't hold her tongue any longer, she needed to know why Faith seemed to be so...passive. But she waited until Faith was finished speaking, as Faith took her hand. And Qit was nervous about asking, about saying something she was sure would be upsetting to the kind woman. And it was hypocritical. Exactly one time in her life, Qit'ria hadn't fought. And she'd paid for it. But she couldn't hold it back.
"Why no kill Noth? Save Ayawn. Paddyrag save you. Why no fight?"
Shortly after that was asked, one of the order arrived, with a plate of battered fish and mashed potatoes. It smelled amazing, and she handed the plate to Qit'ria. And while Qit'ria was hungry, she couldn't eat with this hanging over the room. There needed to be more. Something given to receive something. She took a deep breath.
"I not fight. I no kill person. Not one. I not strong to kill. My... sisters.. die, cuz I too weak. I broke family. I leave home, leave Yeye lone. I lone long time. But..." She placed a hand on her belly, "Baby make Yeye smile. Make family. I go home Desnind."