Grandpa would be furious, you know. Even if he would have done everything the same. 'Do as I say, not as I do', and all that...
[ She trails off, looking down at her hands balled up in the fabric of her skirt, then looks up and tries again. ]
I hardly have the right to feel lonely, do I? It's only been a few years on this side, and I was asleep for the better part of one. The scions have been here for me since I woke...
[ No. Pretending to be fine doesn't feel in the least bit convincing. He closes her eyes and huffs, then flops down onto the table. Every bit the exhausted student taking on too much work for love of learning they both used to be before all of this began. And that? That feels right. ]
So- I've learned that there's an official protocol for what to do if one's thesis work is thrown into the aetherial sea. I can't imagine where that would have come up in the past, but they have a protocol. It is 'the student must start again from scratch'. I'm so tired, Raha.
I didn't think of it that way, but I suppose I followed in his footsteps, to a degree.
[ He's fussing with the straps of his bracers. Tail whipping back and forth behind him with nervous energy.
Then she goes and says that, the part about being lonely. And the thing is, Raha knows. He knows the feeling so well. It doesn't matter if there are people around that have taken you in when you're feeling like that. All that matters is the fact that you feel utterly alone, devoid of the people that fill your heart with warmth. There's a hole there that might be patched and, in time, mended. But a wound will remain.
His ears press flat against his head as he struggles to speak. As his chest aches because he feels as though he's betrayed her in all this. Would G'raha's decision have been different had he known?
But then Krile is the one that changes topics. It's such a dramatic display that it startles the Miqo'te. He sits upright, tail curling. Ears perking. ]
G-given the extremes our people and colleagues tend to go for their research? Is it really that surprising?
[ Tentatively. Carefully. As if to ask "is this really what we are to discuss?" ]
Not at all. Not a mote of it. And I could hardly have accepted a shred of leniency even if it was extended, not if the Students are to be taken seriously at all. I shan't have it said that Galuf's granddaughter was handed her qualifications upon a silver platter out of pity.
[ Another huff. She looks up with with a loud sniff ineptly disguised as a snort of laughter. ]
I only- I just havn't had anyone to complain about it to until this very moment. And it feels more right, doesn't it? To complain about silly little things that don't matter in the slightest. Than it does to say how terribly, terribly dearly I have missed you. Or to begin the conversation upon the topic of how I can hear two hearts - that can wait until after we have both had something to eat at the very earliest, thank-you-very-much.
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Date: 2023-06-18 12:10 am (UTC)[ She trails off, looking down at her hands balled up in the fabric of her skirt, then looks up and tries again. ]
I hardly have the right to feel lonely, do I? It's only been a few years on this side, and I was asleep for the better part of one. The scions have been here for me since I woke...
[ No. Pretending to be fine doesn't feel in the least bit convincing. He closes her eyes and huffs, then flops down onto the table. Every bit the exhausted student taking on too much work for love of learning they both used to be before all of this began. And that? That feels right. ]
So- I've learned that there's an official protocol for what to do if one's thesis work is thrown into the aetherial sea. I can't imagine where that would have come up in the past, but they have a protocol. It is 'the student must start again from scratch'. I'm so tired, Raha.
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Date: 2023-06-29 02:14 am (UTC)[ He's fussing with the straps of his bracers. Tail whipping back and forth behind him with nervous energy.
Then she goes and says that, the part about being lonely. And the thing is, Raha knows. He knows the feeling so well. It doesn't matter if there are people around that have taken you in when you're feeling like that. All that matters is the fact that you feel utterly alone, devoid of the people that fill your heart with warmth. There's a hole there that might be patched and, in time, mended. But a wound will remain.
His ears press flat against his head as he struggles to speak. As his chest aches because he feels as though he's betrayed her in all this. Would G'raha's decision have been different had he known?
But then Krile is the one that changes topics. It's such a dramatic display that it startles the Miqo'te. He sits upright, tail curling. Ears perking. ]
G-given the extremes our people and colleagues tend to go for their research? Is it really that surprising?
[ Tentatively. Carefully. As if to ask "is this really what we are to discuss?" ]
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Date: 2023-09-03 06:14 pm (UTC)[ Another huff. She looks up with with a loud sniff ineptly disguised as a snort of laughter. ]
I only- I just havn't had anyone to complain about it to until this very moment. And it feels more right, doesn't it? To complain about silly little things that don't matter in the slightest. Than it does to say how terribly, terribly dearly I have missed you. Or to begin the conversation upon the topic of how I can hear two hearts - that can wait until after we have both had something to eat at the very earliest, thank-you-very-much.