I was lucky. ( That she knows. That she tries to remind herself, even though the words are exceptionally bitter, some days. There is little to sugar coat them. )
My mother's father, he was one of the healers in the alienage, and he taught her well. She is human, and has served the alienage loyally, ever since she has been old enough to gather plants and sew wounds shut. If not for her, and for her father, my own time in the alienage would have been far more challenging.
( A elven wife birthing a human child was not unheard of, but whether or not the child would remain, that was more complex. His kindness was not to be overlooked. And, perhaps in some way, it was another means of trying to heal the alienage, to make elven blooded humans more accepted. Perhaps that was Herian overreaching with her thoughts, with attempts to better comfort herself.
Herian huffs out a breath, and straightens her posture. ) Forgive me, my— home has been much on my mind, of late.
( And whether she can call it home, for that matter. ) How do you fare, of late? And Garahel?
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My mother's father, he was one of the healers in the alienage, and he taught her well. She is human, and has served the alienage loyally, ever since she has been old enough to gather plants and sew wounds shut. If not for her, and for her father, my own time in the alienage would have been far more challenging.
( A elven wife birthing a human child was not unheard of, but whether or not the child would remain, that was more complex. His kindness was not to be overlooked. And, perhaps in some way, it was another means of trying to heal the alienage, to make elven blooded humans more accepted. Perhaps that was Herian overreaching with her thoughts, with attempts to better comfort herself.
Herian huffs out a breath, and straightens her posture. ) Forgive me, my— home has been much on my mind, of late.
( And whether she can call it home, for that matter. ) How do you fare, of late? And Garahel?