Exile. Or service. If I trusted Councilwoman Vera's family not to retaliate, that's how I would have solved this. But I don't.
[Piper's emotions are a turbulent wash of surf against a bluff, rough and uncertain and full of shy self-consciousness. Fayura weathers them silently and without judgment. If anything, she wants to be a safe harbor for the young woman.]
It is hard to be different, isn't it? To be similar enough that you look like everyone else around you, but different enough that they know you don't belong. [Piper's sense of otherness? Fayura understands it.] The Ebon Council, the rest of the Blood... I, too, am kin but not kind. I'd thought that would be enough to help me, but it hasn't been.
But you make a good point. The planting season starts soon, and we all need to eat. The farmers get on with each other better than most of the cityfolk do. Perhaps they can help us learn, too.
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[Piper's emotions are a turbulent wash of surf against a bluff, rough and uncertain and full of shy self-consciousness. Fayura weathers them silently and without judgment. If anything, she wants to be a safe harbor for the young woman.]
It is hard to be different, isn't it? To be similar enough that you look like everyone else around you, but different enough that they know you don't belong. [Piper's sense of otherness? Fayura understands it.] The Ebon Council, the rest of the Blood... I, too, am kin but not kind. I'd thought that would be enough to help me, but it hasn't been.
But you make a good point. The planting season starts soon, and we all need to eat. The farmers get on with each other better than most of the cityfolk do. Perhaps they can help us learn, too.