traditional crafts and tuesday afternoons
tori
Fertile
08-07-2023, 12:52 PM
He didn't sound surprised, and Kiriko knew why. She looked as if she belonged among them, and she acted in much the same way. The manners hadn't been taught, as much as they had been trained. Her training had been careful, purposeful, though it was equal parts enlightening and demoralizing. She was somewhere between ornament and machine, that much had never been obscured from her. "As an artisan at first, but when the need came for medics, I volunteered." The words were soft, and she carefully lifts the basket to her shoulders. His assumption is both correct and incorrect. Kiriko paused for a long moment, considering. Thinking it through for a long moment before providing him with an answer. "It was as comfortable as it was lonesome." It was perhaps equal parts like and dislike. She could not speak for what would have happened to her, had her parentage been different. She'd been hidden in plain sight, which was an alienating experience. Never letting anyone in too close had been important to her safety. Not letting anyone in, making sure no one knew.... her heart ached on its own. Within court, friends (and those pretending to be your friends) were everything. Without them? Well, Kiriko's experience summed that up pretty well. But still, she couldn't complain. She wouldn't complain. Had the circumstances been different, had she simply been the daughter of a common man and a common whore? Things could have been so much worse. Kiriko wouldn't risk sounding ungrateful, even now. |
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