"You shoulda gone into the Chantry. You talk as pretty as them. Book says a magister broke the Golden City. Maybe it's a story that...means something else than what it sounds." Allegory. She's aiming for allegory. "But here's the real flesh and blood and...ugh, so much blood man, back from the Maker's empty chair. The end of the world ain't so un-understood as all you're saying now. Maybe."

She ran one hand through her hair, scratching hard at the back of her head before giving an aggravated growl.

"Bah! Just let me stick things with arrows, yeah? Shouldn't all be this big."