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Finwe let out a snort of a laugh. Sure don't get confused about my people. Knife ear is a favorite. She stuck her tongue out in disgust, then gave a light head shake. The number of times they'd heard that insult over the years. Like. Okay. They get it, prettier pointy ears. One would think the shems could get new material.

Cutting a glance at the woman, Finwe shrugged. Taught myself. Getting rejected over and over from University means you gotta do shit yourself. Every single rejection letter was a spit in her face, a stain on memories of their still eagerness to learn. But that eagerness had to be directed elsewhere, and so they did things themselves. Alone, usually.