"That's why non-hunters aren't hunters," she pointed out to the Symenestra. "Some people think that it's so easy so of course they can do it but not everyone is cut out for it. It isn't all about being good with a bow either. You have to be willing and able to kill among other things." It wasn't like the seamstress was going to become a hunter so why was she setting out the requirements to become one? Well the woman had shown interest and the huntress did tend to get a little enthusiastic about the subject of her work. If she started to talk too much then it wouldn't be her fault; Drusilla had brought it on herself.
The spider's question concerning claws made her frown. Why did she have to ask such strange questions all the time? Her mind seemed to jump from one line of thought to another, her inquisitiveness seeming to know no bounds. She considered it all the same, wondering what the difference between nails and claws was. Animals had claws, not nails but then they used them for various purposes unlike humans. Nails could grow long, they could be filed into points but they were also brittle, something that claws weren't. "I think claws are harder and more sturdy than nails. They don't break easily and I suppose the point counts for something too. People don't normally have nails that can slice people open. They're kind of blunt," the teen replied finally.
Drusilla didn't appear to be offended by her prying but then she had as much right to ask questions as the other woman did, although Azira's ones had been a bit more personal. She was certainly surprised, that much was clear but she obviously wasn't upset or angered by her curiosity. The way that she described her brother sounded somewhat familiar to the teen. She'd seen a boy like that before. It hadn't taken long for him to be assigned to be a drudge. He had been too slow for his lessons, had seemed like his was elsewhere in his head and despite the best efforts of the Chiet teachers they had given him up as being a hopeless case. He'd been bullied terribly for a while but he wasn't a very interesting target, he hadn't reacted the way they had wanted and so more fun targets had been picked on like Azira. The two boys sounded similar enough but that didn't mean that they were alike.
The boy sounded pitiable, especially given the treatment he received at the hands of his sister. She could imagine this sadistic girl that the seamstress spoken and she wondered at what age such traits had manifested. If she was still a child then she would be truly terrifying as an adult. A force to be reckoned with. "Well she sounds nice," she muttered sarcastically. "I suppose that you don't have all that much to do with them? Your family, I mean. They're in Kalinor and you're here and you don't seem the sort to pay visits home. I get the impression that you don't like them much. Am I right?" she asked softly.
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