Imagine you're a six and a half foot tall rifter elf. All you fucking care about is elves. You're probably assuming the city elves you're seeing are half-elves, a thing that actually exists where you come from, because they look so diminished to you. You've never experienced racial oppression in your entire life. When your people marry, they are physiologically altered such that they can only ever do it once. And a complete stranger, some mouthy human bitch you've never seen in your life, says she's your second wife.
( does that not sound uniquely mental. it feels uniquely mental, as a thing to say. )
But there are people here who were both at our wedding and probably heard me throwing him out of my house on the crystals, the likelihood of it never coming up is—
Slim. I think. You know, how lucky do I want to count on being? I've got one eye.
( then again, maybe all the things she's survived mean she is super lucky? that lucky? )
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Imagine you're a six and a half foot tall rifter elf. All you fucking care about is elves. You're probably assuming the city elves you're seeing are half-elves, a thing that actually exists where you come from, because they look so diminished to you. You've never experienced racial oppression in your entire life. When your people marry, they are physiologically altered such that they can only ever do it once. And a complete stranger, some mouthy human bitch you've never seen in your life, says she's your second wife.
( does that not sound uniquely mental. it feels uniquely mental, as a thing to say. )
But there are people here who were both at our wedding and probably heard me throwing him out of my house on the crystals, the likelihood of it never coming up is—
Slim. I think. You know, how lucky do I want to count on being? I've got one eye.
( then again, maybe all the things she's survived mean she is super lucky? that lucky? )