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Gwin had thought the boy would lead where he was planning to go, but since he didn’t, she just aimlessly wandered the streets. If they got lost, she could always rise above the rooftops to determine their location, after all. So she didn’t pay any particular attention to the way they were going.
She was surprised to hear such a reasonable and serious answer from a child. Wasn’t he one to dream of adventure, of pretty maidens to rescue and horrible monsters to slay? Perhaps even of divine favor? Apparently not. It saddened her, at the same time she admired his simplicity. “Needs are hardly ever equivalent to wants, I think. Sometimes it’s a better thing to reach for the stars even if they burn you in the end. But I imagine traveling without wings must be more difficult and exhausting.” She shrugged. As an Akvatari, Gwin had never considered the dangers and problems bipedals would face during a journey through the wilderness. In the air, there was more opportunity to escape.
When asked about his parents, Hajt hesitated briefly. Gwin heard it and felt the discomfort behind his thoughts. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself again. Either way, she could be patient and, upon hearing the answer, discreet. “My mother doesn’t mind. In fact most of my kin are drawn to distant lands and living as nomads. We usually do it to learn about different forms of art and spread our own works. As for my father, I don’t know him well enough to say.” That was it. Growing up with one parent was enough for Akvatari.
Something tugged at her mind and she turned to Hajt. “Your instructor would’ve been a woodworking teacher, right? It’s just that I’ve been taking classes at the university myself. I’m sure he taught you many things.” A slender finger pointed at the naked doll. “Now he lives in this and everything else you make.”
Gwin had thought the boy would lead where he was planning to go, but since he didn’t, she just aimlessly wandered the streets. If they got lost, she could always rise above the rooftops to determine their location, after all. So she didn’t pay any particular attention to the way they were going.
She was surprised to hear such a reasonable and serious answer from a child. Wasn’t he one to dream of adventure, of pretty maidens to rescue and horrible monsters to slay? Perhaps even of divine favor? Apparently not. It saddened her, at the same time she admired his simplicity. “Needs are hardly ever equivalent to wants, I think. Sometimes it’s a better thing to reach for the stars even if they burn you in the end. But I imagine traveling without wings must be more difficult and exhausting.” She shrugged. As an Akvatari, Gwin had never considered the dangers and problems bipedals would face during a journey through the wilderness. In the air, there was more opportunity to escape.
When asked about his parents, Hajt hesitated briefly. Gwin heard it and felt the discomfort behind his thoughts. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself again. Either way, she could be patient and, upon hearing the answer, discreet. “My mother doesn’t mind. In fact most of my kin are drawn to distant lands and living as nomads. We usually do it to learn about different forms of art and spread our own works. As for my father, I don’t know him well enough to say.” That was it. Growing up with one parent was enough for Akvatari.
Something tugged at her mind and she turned to Hajt. “Your instructor would’ve been a woodworking teacher, right? It’s just that I’ve been taking classes at the university myself. I’m sure he taught you many things.” A slender finger pointed at the naked doll. “Now he lives in this and everything else you make.”
