"They were going to marry me off." She doesn't puff up for once. Usually this would make her terribly angry to the point of shouting but right now, staring into the fire, it doesn't come on. The unfairness of it is biting at her hard instead and all she feels is unhappy, too warm in the face. She sniffs, "I was supposed to be a magister."
She could use some more of that terrible drink, actually. "And then after I had already bothered to run away I got this thing in my hand," the shard, obviously, "So I had to come here instead. And now I don't know what I'm supposed to do about any of it."
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"They were going to marry me off." She doesn't puff up for once. Usually this would make her terribly angry to the point of shouting but right now, staring into the fire, it doesn't come on. The unfairness of it is biting at her hard instead and all she feels is unhappy, too warm in the face. She sniffs, "I was supposed to be a magister."
She could use some more of that terrible drink, actually. "And then after I had already bothered to run away I got this thing in my hand," the shard, obviously, "So I had to come here instead. And now I don't know what I'm supposed to do about any of it."