05-07-2019, 06:17 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]it's the man, the myth, the legend
What was a childhood but a social construct?
Okay, that was probably just pseudo-intellectual hogwash, something she'd noticed herself slipping into more and more often. Still, she had to wonder what exactly defined "childhood." Was it specifically the time period between being born and reaching warrior age, or was it whatever you experienced up to the point that you lost your innocence, or something else entirely? None of those were pleasant to think about.
That, too, brought into question the idea of "maturity." She could act mature, evidently, since she'd been offered high positions before. She could take responsibility for the things she did. Yet, she still occasionally struggled with the delusion that life was meant to be fair (definitely not true), and the idea that maybe her friends and family would never want to see her again was unpalatable. Adults, or at least the examples of adults she'd learned about as a child, could deal with life not being fair and with being abandoned.
Not that it mattered at this point. She had a job to do.
That job didn't technically involve patrolling for Elysium, but while the wound on her leg was healing she might as well do something useful. She had planned to seek out some herbs to top off the group's stock, while also keeping an eye out for strangers. Sure enough, she happened to catch a small glimpse of white fur in the trees, and approached to see a serval lying on one of the branches.
Glancing up at the stranger, Rin twitched her ears. The hairless patches on his limbs could not have contrasted more with the lollipop stick poking out from his mouth. Come to think of it... he seemed almost familiar, but she couldn't tell from where. Maybe he just reminded her of all the other servals she'd known, as there were quite a few.
"Hello," she said, with a flick of her tail. "What are you here for?" Maybe he was a joiner, maybe he was a messenger- he didn't seem to give off much of a scent, strangely enough, so she couldn't tell quite yet.
What was a childhood but a social construct?
Okay, that was probably just pseudo-intellectual hogwash, something she'd noticed herself slipping into more and more often. Still, she had to wonder what exactly defined "childhood." Was it specifically the time period between being born and reaching warrior age, or was it whatever you experienced up to the point that you lost your innocence, or something else entirely? None of those were pleasant to think about.
That, too, brought into question the idea of "maturity." She could act mature, evidently, since she'd been offered high positions before. She could take responsibility for the things she did. Yet, she still occasionally struggled with the delusion that life was meant to be fair (definitely not true), and the idea that maybe her friends and family would never want to see her again was unpalatable. Adults, or at least the examples of adults she'd learned about as a child, could deal with life not being fair and with being abandoned.
Not that it mattered at this point. She had a job to do.
That job didn't technically involve patrolling for Elysium, but while the wound on her leg was healing she might as well do something useful. She had planned to seek out some herbs to top off the group's stock, while also keeping an eye out for strangers. Sure enough, she happened to catch a small glimpse of white fur in the trees, and approached to see a serval lying on one of the branches.
Glancing up at the stranger, Rin twitched her ears. The hairless patches on his limbs could not have contrasted more with the lollipop stick poking out from his mouth. Come to think of it... he seemed almost familiar, but she couldn't tell from where. Maybe he just reminded her of all the other servals she'd known, as there were quite a few.
"Hello," she said, with a flick of her tail. "What are you here for?" Maybe he was a joiner, maybe he was a messenger- he didn't seem to give off much of a scent, strangely enough, so she couldn't tell quite yet.
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