Ella flushed, and smiled down at her lap as the other teased her about dandelions. She listened, knowing that the rooms were connected, should she need anything, made her feel a bit better. Not like she was to be wed and then shut up in a room, forgotten about.
She glanced towards Kaczor, and couldn't help but mirror the energy; an almost full smile creeping across her face. [q]I'm used to odd hours,[q] she was used to military hours, but she couldn't admit that. How often had she gone without sleep? How often had her bedtime been 75 hours prior? She was a bit of an insomniac, when it came down to it, military or not.
Talk turned to children, and Ella waited. And when asked if she wanted children, the other woman stated they were expected to have at least one. And she thought that was it... But then, came more. Kaczor insisted that she carry any child they produced—a strange request; considering Ella assumed this family wanted more magic, like many of the other families in the nation.
But... her betrothed-to-be had stated already that she carried enough magic and didn't care about that. There was so much more to what the other wanted, expected, hoped for.
The children that they had had to be loved, no boarding school or nanny. And before she could respond, still contemplating the best way to respond, the woman had moved to settle next to her.
[q]I... would like a few children.[q] She wanted to have more than one because she had grown up unloved, by even her own. And she couldn't imagine how being an only child might be when born into it... but when forced to be an only child because of differences, it was horrible.
She cleared her throat, and adjusted how she was sitting so that she could study the others features, she was closer now. Close enough to admire. [q]It sounds like your sibling and yourself were raised differently than myself. I never enjoyed... my schooling, I was away so much that I do not really know my father.[q] She admitted, under her breath. It's not something she should have admitted. But it'd seem they're both over-sharing.
And then talk shifted to animals, and Kaczor was looking at her with that smile, again. [q]I was never allowed pets... but I enjoyed the idea of pets.[q] She'd seen animals, of course, and had trained to handle K-9 units in the military. But those hadn't been pets; dogs bred to kill with an order.
Ella drifted into quiet, as familiar footsteps caught her attention. She straightened in her seat, and inhaled quietly. Her father wasn't alone, and as the door creaked, she lowered her gaze to the ground.
She glanced towards Kaczor, and couldn't help but mirror the energy; an almost full smile creeping across her face. [q]I'm used to odd hours,[q] she was used to military hours, but she couldn't admit that. How often had she gone without sleep? How often had her bedtime been 75 hours prior? She was a bit of an insomniac, when it came down to it, military or not.
Talk turned to children, and Ella waited. And when asked if she wanted children, the other woman stated they were expected to have at least one. And she thought that was it... But then, came more. Kaczor insisted that she carry any child they produced—a strange request; considering Ella assumed this family wanted more magic, like many of the other families in the nation.
But... her betrothed-to-be had stated already that she carried enough magic and didn't care about that. There was so much more to what the other wanted, expected, hoped for.
The children that they had had to be loved, no boarding school or nanny. And before she could respond, still contemplating the best way to respond, the woman had moved to settle next to her.
[q]I... would like a few children.[q] She wanted to have more than one because she had grown up unloved, by even her own. And she couldn't imagine how being an only child might be when born into it... but when forced to be an only child because of differences, it was horrible.
She cleared her throat, and adjusted how she was sitting so that she could study the others features, she was closer now. Close enough to admire. [q]It sounds like your sibling and yourself were raised differently than myself. I never enjoyed... my schooling, I was away so much that I do not really know my father.[q] She admitted, under her breath. It's not something she should have admitted. But it'd seem they're both over-sharing.
And then talk shifted to animals, and Kaczor was looking at her with that smile, again. [q]I was never allowed pets... but I enjoyed the idea of pets.[q] She'd seen animals, of course, and had trained to handle K-9 units in the military. But those hadn't been pets; dogs bred to kill with an order.
Ella drifted into quiet, as familiar footsteps caught her attention. She straightened in her seat, and inhaled quietly. Her father wasn't alone, and as the door creaked, she lowered her gaze to the ground.
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