10-29-2018, 10:11 PM
Her brows rose. "Well, ouch. I can think of better ways to catch a tan."
He spoke with less fear about having been nearly burned alive than the ijiraq's feeding, which put a pretty terrifying context around the latter. But the fact he'd survived both attacks said something too. Her wide gaze did not show fear, though she recognised how dangerous a man Nox must be in his own right; rather she simply trusted that what he said was true. I'll keep doing the best I can.
"A school for misfits, huh." She grinned. "I think you're going to need a better name."
Thalia had never had cause to embroil herself in politics; mostly she danced to her own tune, ambivalent to Ascendancy's rule and in most ways content within it. But after Aylin had registered her no help had come, and Thalia at the time had been utterly terrified of what she was. Chance and new friends healed that wound, not the government. But if Calvin had not found her?
"How many do you suppose there are?" Another rhetorical question, though one that was none-the-less laced with open curiosity. Did Ascendancy protect those who registered? Could he, if even he were subjected to shadowy assassins and attempts to cook him alive?
She blinked as the conversation swung back to her sketch.
"Sure. I gave the only sketchbook I have with me to Rafael, but there's plenty more." Her drawings were not a hobby, just a compulsion in varying shades of necessity. Strange images poured out of her most days, like her brain collected them overnight. There were patterns, of course, and Calvin shed more light than she cared to admit, especially to herself. "I draw plenty I can't exactly... explain." She shrugged around the admission. "But some feel different, like the queen. It's difficult to put into words. I guess I never tried before."
She laughed. "Well, I'm glad to know that, since I already followed you here and all." Aylin accused her of having no common sense, and that was sometimes true. But her life swept along on a current, and she rarely had regrets.
He spoke with less fear about having been nearly burned alive than the ijiraq's feeding, which put a pretty terrifying context around the latter. But the fact he'd survived both attacks said something too. Her wide gaze did not show fear, though she recognised how dangerous a man Nox must be in his own right; rather she simply trusted that what he said was true. I'll keep doing the best I can.
"A school for misfits, huh." She grinned. "I think you're going to need a better name."
Thalia had never had cause to embroil herself in politics; mostly she danced to her own tune, ambivalent to Ascendancy's rule and in most ways content within it. But after Aylin had registered her no help had come, and Thalia at the time had been utterly terrified of what she was. Chance and new friends healed that wound, not the government. But if Calvin had not found her?
"How many do you suppose there are?" Another rhetorical question, though one that was none-the-less laced with open curiosity. Did Ascendancy protect those who registered? Could he, if even he were subjected to shadowy assassins and attempts to cook him alive?
She blinked as the conversation swung back to her sketch.
"Sure. I gave the only sketchbook I have with me to Rafael, but there's plenty more." Her drawings were not a hobby, just a compulsion in varying shades of necessity. Strange images poured out of her most days, like her brain collected them overnight. There were patterns, of course, and Calvin shed more light than she cared to admit, especially to herself. "I draw plenty I can't exactly... explain." She shrugged around the admission. "But some feel different, like the queen. It's difficult to put into words. I guess I never tried before."
She laughed. "Well, I'm glad to know that, since I already followed you here and all." Aylin accused her of having no common sense, and that was sometimes true. But her life swept along on a current, and she rarely had regrets.