003✖; (audio @hot.damn)

[circumitus]

Important question: How do you tell if someone's your friend?

Is it something that people just... know or do they have a conversation about it?

[How does friendship work and more importantly, can you eat it?]

The whole concept of friendship always seemed strange, honestly. People just decide "Hey, this person isn't a complete piece of shit"? Weird. [Well, now she might just be projecting onto herself.

[So, wait. Does this mean that she has friends? Does anyone have friends? How annoying.]

Comments

[doggish]

One benefit to this place, I suppose: none of us carry the burdens of before.

Elves are not looked upon with kindness in my world. [It's not a solicitation for pity, but rather just a fact.] If they are not very good at defending themselves, they can expect to be looked down upon at best and mistreated at worst. And yet here, my ears are the least interesting thing about me.

[circumitus]

...Guess that's true.

[She doesn't see it as an invitation for pity, either. It's turned out that Rey's Brísingamen is hardly noteworthy around here when pyrotechnics is a feature for other Sanguis. Plus people just accept magic and other weird shit being the norm. She's still grappling with those things.]

Can imagine how some consider going to someplace new, where no one knows the shit you've done and what you are, as a perfect opportunity to start over. [Rey's still struggling with whether or not she deserves that opportunity.] It's taking a while to... process.