[ Claire gives him the space to think; while she couldn't possibly know what's going through his mind, in her own it's a challenging question, she knows. Instead, she watches with fascinated interest at his weeding, at how they seem to simply pop right out of the ground. It makes the corners of her mouth lift just as he begins to answer, and she looks at Henry as it fades. ]
You know, I have a feeling some might call us pessimists. I prefer to think I haven't lost sight of the situation. There's no use complaining about it most days, or raging about it to others as it won't change anything, I've learned that lesson other places.
[ She spent a day or two confined to the room she was kind enough to be allowed to stay in at first. Hoping Jamie would somehow find her, waiting to wake up, hoping the next time she opened her eyes a concerned Scot would be staring down at her. She'd raged in her own quiet way at the unfairness of being separated from him again and questioned everyone she could about leaving. In the end, what good had it done? ]
My calm isn't complacency, but I don't see another choice at the moment. I can do what I enjoy. [ She gestures at the garden at large. ] I've learned and seen things I know I wouldn't have otherwise, met people who don't even live in my world, so for that I have to be a bit...grateful isn't the right word.
[ She isn't grateful, glad, or delighted to be here. But these opportunities have been unique. ]
I suppose I'm fascinated. Happy to have the experience of meeting people and discovering things, and to know what it is to have a bit of magic.
[Pessimist? Maybe. Though he prefers being called a realist, one who doesn't bother sugar-coating the true state of their situation.
The weeds continue to gently pop out of the ground, and they move on their own to a little pile off to the side. All the while, he looks at her while she speaks, turning her words over in his mind.]
Grateful, no. But fascinated? Maybe I can bring myself to agree with you there.
[And, despite the kind facade he often puts on, Henry does mean that. Within this prison, there's at least plenty that grasps his attention; the magic of this world, the other Summoned, things he would never have experienced otherwise -- even if not all of them are pleasant. Yes, fascinated is a good descriptor for it, even if he cannot bring himself to truly ever feel like this is a life, or a place, where he can be settled and content.]
It's like something out of a book, isn't it? This place with its magic. And the other Summoned, hailing from other worlds.
[ Henry's careful with his words and to her surprise, reminds her of Jamie. It's odd, the things that will remind her of him, but she realizes he's the same way: his words require thought and surety before he says them. Claire, on the other hand, has only just started to learn to think before she speaks. ]
It's exactly like some sort of twisted fairytale. Magic, I've learned, can be available in all sorts of worlds, I suppose that part is familiar to some. It's the concept of those other worlds that I can't quite wrap my mind around. The U.S. only just sent a man to the moon, and here I am in the company of people from planets and stars I've never heard of.
[ Even the weeds Henry's pulling will have their use, and she picks through them, taking the stems and leaves from some and putting them in the basket beside her. ]
I can't say I've seen much wildlife I'm not familiar with, but before I could explore the woods in-depth, people began going missing. Once I find a willing partner, I'll go foraging.
[ It seems wiser to go in pairs versus alone, even if Jocelyn is out of the picture. She couldn't have been working alone. ]
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You know, I have a feeling some might call us pessimists. I prefer to think I haven't lost sight of the situation. There's no use complaining about it most days, or raging about it to others as it won't change anything, I've learned that lesson other places.
[ She spent a day or two confined to the room she was kind enough to be allowed to stay in at first. Hoping Jamie would somehow find her, waiting to wake up, hoping the next time she opened her eyes a concerned Scot would be staring down at her. She'd raged in her own quiet way at the unfairness of being separated from him again and questioned everyone she could about leaving. In the end, what good had it done? ]
My calm isn't complacency, but I don't see another choice at the moment. I can do what I enjoy. [ She gestures at the garden at large. ] I've learned and seen things I know I wouldn't have otherwise, met people who don't even live in my world, so for that I have to be a bit...grateful isn't the right word.
[ She isn't grateful, glad, or delighted to be here. But these opportunities have been unique. ]
I suppose I'm fascinated. Happy to have the experience of meeting people and discovering things, and to know what it is to have a bit of magic.
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The weeds continue to gently pop out of the ground, and they move on their own to a little pile off to the side. All the while, he looks at her while she speaks, turning her words over in his mind.]
Grateful, no. But fascinated? Maybe I can bring myself to agree with you there.
[And, despite the kind facade he often puts on, Henry does mean that. Within this prison, there's at least plenty that grasps his attention; the magic of this world, the other Summoned, things he would never have experienced otherwise -- even if not all of them are pleasant. Yes, fascinated is a good descriptor for it, even if he cannot bring himself to truly ever feel like this is a life, or a place, where he can be settled and content.]
It's like something out of a book, isn't it? This place with its magic. And the other Summoned, hailing from other worlds.
The wildlife, too. Some of it, anyway.
[He hates the goats!]
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It's exactly like some sort of twisted fairytale. Magic, I've learned, can be available in all sorts of worlds, I suppose that part is familiar to some. It's the concept of those other worlds that I can't quite wrap my mind around. The U.S. only just sent a man to the moon, and here I am in the company of people from planets and stars I've never heard of.
[ Even the weeds Henry's pulling will have their use, and she picks through them, taking the stems and leaves from some and putting them in the basket beside her. ]
I can't say I've seen much wildlife I'm not familiar with, but before I could explore the woods in-depth, people began going missing. Once I find a willing partner, I'll go foraging.
[ It seems wiser to go in pairs versus alone, even if Jocelyn is out of the picture. She couldn't have been working alone. ]
Do you have much experience with farm life?