[ Julie's face very clearly says she doesn't agree, that she still finds the Free Cities to be the more dangerous option. The queen doing shit on the sly, to her, reads as much, much less dangerous than an entire kingdom who's gung-ho on expanding the military and potentially going to war. Not to mention their approaches to the Singularity, which Julie very much worries might be the actual center of the universe (or at least something akin to it). The Free Cities has made no secret of their desire to harm it.
But her trepidation is not competition for her desire to be with the people she knows, cares about. Who will take care of her. So she sighs again, shrugs. ]
If he sees somethin' worth grabbin'. A lot of the books are for kids, 'cause they start teachin' 'em real young here, but I already read most of the kids' books. I think there's a higher-level book about conjurin' objects, like an actual textbook, it would be good if he can get it. It's the hardest thing to do, I can usually only make really simple stuff, and half the time, it's still broken in pieces. I been tryin' to conjure a make-up brush, I thought that sounded easy, but I keep gettin' little piles of bristles. Sometimes the stick part, but usually not. The only thing I can really conjure... reliably, I guess, is pencils. Like just regular pencils. Even when I tried to make ink pens, quills, I still got pencils.
[ She reaches over and opens the bedside table drawer. Inside, amongst various belongings, is an oddly large collection of stubby, primitive pencils. Julie doesn't know how to get rid of them without just throwing them away, which seems wasteful. ]
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But her trepidation is not competition for her desire to be with the people she knows, cares about. Who will take care of her. So she sighs again, shrugs. ]
If he sees somethin' worth grabbin'. A lot of the books are for kids, 'cause they start teachin' 'em real young here, but I already read most of the kids' books. I think there's a higher-level book about conjurin' objects, like an actual textbook, it would be good if he can get it. It's the hardest thing to do, I can usually only make really simple stuff, and half the time, it's still broken in pieces. I been tryin' to conjure a make-up brush, I thought that sounded easy, but I keep gettin' little piles of bristles. Sometimes the stick part, but usually not. The only thing I can really conjure... reliably, I guess, is pencils. Like just regular pencils. Even when I tried to make ink pens, quills, I still got pencils.
[ She reaches over and opens the bedside table drawer. Inside, amongst various belongings, is an oddly large collection of stubby, primitive pencils. Julie doesn't know how to get rid of them without just throwing them away, which seems wasteful. ]