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" it is no good speaking of fairness, the fool's errand. " - sol .

they don't do this, normally -- sit around a fire & talk. yet today was putrid in its predictability. guts spilled. secrets unveiled. the same unrepetent path that opens like the maws of a rather hungry creature, into an even darker future neither of them can understand the meaning of. adventure for adventure's sake, for istar. and yet. there were parts of her in there, little trinkets of whoever she might have been before the headaches and the bloody noses. it isn't fair, she said, that everyone seems to have pieces of me-- isn't fair that i have to glean them like rocks on a beach, all those pieces, sharp as shards of glass, and mine, mine, mine.

blue eyes, clear & electrifying, raise from the fire to look at the drow. "do ya just let 'em all kick you while yer down, then? i think" her tongue passes over sharp canines, like she's testing the extent of her humanity against the reality of her monstrous being-- wondering which rock she'll have to unearth to finally meet herself as she is now. "i think when people steal yer shit ya should get it back. 'cause that's fair." she clicks her tongue, then, annoyed with the lack of a more verbose vocabulary. like perhaps in some other time she might have had the words to fight her battles. but now? now her head's full of ringing noises and the sheer black void of an unreachable past. "fair's 'bout gettin' even."