Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2023 13:01:22 GMT -5
"Why be sorry? It's just who they were. I haven't seen them around Elderkeep so as far as I can tell, I made it and they didn't." Like before, there wasn't much maliciousness to the statement, though it was pointed. The Dijila had been one of the main fighting forces to attempt to combat Coheed, and then the Eldouir, so it was most likely that his parents and siblings had been killed in battle. It was what they would have wanted. Probably considered it honorable to die for Dresmond, but that felt silly to him.
While he wasn't too incredibly hurt over the loss of his family, Aydin seemed bothered by the fact that she didn't know her own. It was common enough among the Dresmondi, but maybe she didn't know that as much because she was so young? "Yeah, well," he started, trying to think of something to say.
"Tell her to suck it up. We're a free people. Children just hold us down."
"It happens a lot in caravans," he said instead of using Cypha's blunt wording. "I mean, kids being left to be taken care of by others. I think some parents know they wouldn't be any good at it, but the kids, ya know, they don't ever get left behind. Someone picks 'em up, like that older lady you mentioned. I wouldn't take it too personal." He was detached from his words in a way, though they had some sympathy in them, it wouldn't seem like he could relate. In fact, thought of the child he had abandoned had not come to mind at all.
"Who cares anyway? What's so special about a parent?" Cypha continued to gnaw on the bone, the sound of it cracking in her teeth calling Rhidi's attention down to the chubby raccoon.
"I mean, sure, maybe? But whys it gotta be sad, or lonely? I don't feel sad or lonely." He shrugged again. "I think growing up in the caravans made us feel like we had to belong somewhere, but what does that even mean, anyway? It's just what they made it. Not for me. I'm just fine here, now, in Elderkeep. It is what you make it."
"You don't make anything, you lazy lizard."
Motive? Who had time for motive or reasons? Survival was all there was, and the more you knew about the different types of people, the easier it was to survive. You had to talk to soldiers one way, and the Eldouir another, and the Dresmondi a different way. It wasn't that much different from the way he'd lived before, though admittedly there was a more looming threat of violence over the possibility of failure. "We stay where ever we can. Sometimes people let us sleep in their wagons or huts, sometimes we stay in the trees or we build a little shelter our of sticks and leaves and stuff. We didn't have a wagon of our own when everything happened."
"We never had a wagon of our own, you were too lazy to build one."
Didn't hear you offering to help, he shot back, looking down at her again. She lifted her head, struggling to turn her neck and look up at him. He shrugged, and she plopped back down again. If she'd already been near, she might have dug her claws into him, but on her back like this, it was hardly worth the effort to move.
"What about you? If you had that old lady taking care of you, you must have a wagon. The elders always had wagons of their own."
While he wasn't too incredibly hurt over the loss of his family, Aydin seemed bothered by the fact that she didn't know her own. It was common enough among the Dresmondi, but maybe she didn't know that as much because she was so young? "Yeah, well," he started, trying to think of something to say.
"Tell her to suck it up. We're a free people. Children just hold us down."
"It happens a lot in caravans," he said instead of using Cypha's blunt wording. "I mean, kids being left to be taken care of by others. I think some parents know they wouldn't be any good at it, but the kids, ya know, they don't ever get left behind. Someone picks 'em up, like that older lady you mentioned. I wouldn't take it too personal." He was detached from his words in a way, though they had some sympathy in them, it wouldn't seem like he could relate. In fact, thought of the child he had abandoned had not come to mind at all.
"Who cares anyway? What's so special about a parent?" Cypha continued to gnaw on the bone, the sound of it cracking in her teeth calling Rhidi's attention down to the chubby raccoon.
"I mean, sure, maybe? But whys it gotta be sad, or lonely? I don't feel sad or lonely." He shrugged again. "I think growing up in the caravans made us feel like we had to belong somewhere, but what does that even mean, anyway? It's just what they made it. Not for me. I'm just fine here, now, in Elderkeep. It is what you make it."
"You don't make anything, you lazy lizard."
Motive? Who had time for motive or reasons? Survival was all there was, and the more you knew about the different types of people, the easier it was to survive. You had to talk to soldiers one way, and the Eldouir another, and the Dresmondi a different way. It wasn't that much different from the way he'd lived before, though admittedly there was a more looming threat of violence over the possibility of failure. "We stay where ever we can. Sometimes people let us sleep in their wagons or huts, sometimes we stay in the trees or we build a little shelter our of sticks and leaves and stuff. We didn't have a wagon of our own when everything happened."
"We never had a wagon of our own, you were too lazy to build one."
Didn't hear you offering to help, he shot back, looking down at her again. She lifted her head, struggling to turn her neck and look up at him. He shrugged, and she plopped back down again. If she'd already been near, she might have dug her claws into him, but on her back like this, it was hardly worth the effort to move.
"What about you? If you had that old lady taking care of you, you must have a wagon. The elders always had wagons of their own."