[She doesn't disagree-- sure, things had been pretty fucked before Harrow had received the invitation to Canaan House and the attainment of Lyctorhood, but they sure as hell had got a lot worse after. Well, more complicated at any rate.
But she's here now, eating cake and drinking wine with someone who evidently wants to spend time with her, so it's easy enough to push the horrors of Canaan House into the background of her thoughts. It's the way of things maybe, when one is so accustomed to the otherwise objectively horrible-- you make room for it, you learn to accommodate it within yourself.
So she ditches the dramatics and focuses on the hear and now-- him and her, the cool press of the glass in her hand, the slowly dimming light outside that falls over them in soft shafts through the large and ornate windows. The conversation.]
Jaskier, the bard guy? He promised me my own theme song.
[She says, glancing about the partially derelict hall.]
This seems like as good a place as any to sing all about my incredible exploits and the sheer magnitude of my biceps.
[She flashes him a grin.]
And you're probably right. Having been brought up by a bunch of shitty old nuns and hating every moment of it, I'd say I'm about as far away from pious as it's possible to get. I try my best anyway. And the tech here is...weird. Like most of it is light years behind the tech we have back home, but it also feels more widespread? In Cadens, anyway. Not everyone has access to space shuttles and stuff, and Drearburh was always on the verge of running out of the things we needed. We didn't have access to stuff like baby vats and the like, which made things trickier...but then, we were a weird reclusive colony of shadow cultists living on the fringe of the Dominicus system--
[She shakes her head-- an irrelevant tangent.]
But yeah, I guess what I'm saying is, why not both? Why one over the other?
And he's one of the first friends she's ever made!
But she's here now, eating cake and drinking wine with someone who evidently wants to spend time with her, so it's easy enough to push the horrors of Canaan House into the background of her thoughts. It's the way of things maybe, when one is so accustomed to the otherwise objectively horrible-- you make room for it, you learn to accommodate it within yourself.
So she ditches the dramatics and focuses on the hear and now-- him and her, the cool press of the glass in her hand, the slowly dimming light outside that falls over them in soft shafts through the large and ornate windows. The conversation.]
Jaskier, the bard guy? He promised me my own theme song.
[She says, glancing about the partially derelict hall.]
This seems like as good a place as any to sing all about my incredible exploits and the sheer magnitude of my biceps.
[She flashes him a grin.]
And you're probably right. Having been brought up by a bunch of shitty old nuns and hating every moment of it, I'd say I'm about as far away from pious as it's possible to get. I try my best anyway. And the tech here is...weird. Like most of it is light years behind the tech we have back home, but it also feels more widespread? In Cadens, anyway. Not everyone has access to space shuttles and stuff, and Drearburh was always on the verge of running out of the things we needed. We didn't have access to stuff like baby vats and the like, which made things trickier...but then, we were a weird reclusive colony of shadow cultists living on the fringe of the Dominicus system--
[She shakes her head-- an irrelevant tangent.]
But yeah, I guess what I'm saying is, why not both? Why one over the other?