Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 13:33:09 GMT -5
"Do you know what it is they say we refuse to learn?"
”I supposed that depends on whether or not you really are a savage.” She said, with the blunt ort of honesty that is carried with youth. Vyn had an insatiable curiosity that, well frankly it always got her into trouble of sorts, and she still hadn’t learnt when best to ask questions and when best to be quiet and listen. It was her desire to learn, it was her desire to be valued and useful and to have a purpose that drove her… to prove herself worthy. And sometimes these desires made her short sighted to the reality of all about her. ”I mean to say, if you are a savage man, then I suppose manners is what you might refuse to learn… but if you’re not, then I’m not completely sure. Something, of course, that men in the West hold in honour of men in the East I should imagine, thought I often think that these men think themselves much vastly different than they actually really are. We all bleed the same, don’t we?” It was something profound, and yet delivered so flippantly it was impossible to tell if the girl was merely repeating something she had heard once upon a time or if she truly had such beliefs in her heart.
He asked a lot of questions, and Vyn “hmmed” to herself, prettily, as she considered them and answered him. “What do you think makes a person important? Perhaps, their sense of self-worth, their confidence, the way they speak and handle themselves?”
”I think that depends on the person. I mean women are supposed to be attractive, and poetic, and smart but not clever enough to make their husbands feel inferior… so in that narrative I don’t feel that self-worth really has a value, and that confidence undoes many people, don’t you think?” She tipped her head to one side, turning his questions back on him, echoing them; ”What do you think makes a person important?”
Aware they were still conversing in the alleyway, she smiled and stepped back on her heels a little, so that there was a greater space between them and the wall was at her back. She reached up and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and on it’s way past her cheek, her fingers danced there to draw away any remnants that she had been crying.
Do you have any brothers?"
”no, sir, it’s just me and my sister.”
~~
@turif
”I supposed that depends on whether or not you really are a savage.” She said, with the blunt ort of honesty that is carried with youth. Vyn had an insatiable curiosity that, well frankly it always got her into trouble of sorts, and she still hadn’t learnt when best to ask questions and when best to be quiet and listen. It was her desire to learn, it was her desire to be valued and useful and to have a purpose that drove her… to prove herself worthy. And sometimes these desires made her short sighted to the reality of all about her. ”I mean to say, if you are a savage man, then I suppose manners is what you might refuse to learn… but if you’re not, then I’m not completely sure. Something, of course, that men in the West hold in honour of men in the East I should imagine, thought I often think that these men think themselves much vastly different than they actually really are. We all bleed the same, don’t we?” It was something profound, and yet delivered so flippantly it was impossible to tell if the girl was merely repeating something she had heard once upon a time or if she truly had such beliefs in her heart.
He asked a lot of questions, and Vyn “hmmed” to herself, prettily, as she considered them and answered him. “What do you think makes a person important? Perhaps, their sense of self-worth, their confidence, the way they speak and handle themselves?”
”I think that depends on the person. I mean women are supposed to be attractive, and poetic, and smart but not clever enough to make their husbands feel inferior… so in that narrative I don’t feel that self-worth really has a value, and that confidence undoes many people, don’t you think?” She tipped her head to one side, turning his questions back on him, echoing them; ”What do you think makes a person important?”
Aware they were still conversing in the alleyway, she smiled and stepped back on her heels a little, so that there was a greater space between them and the wall was at her back. She reached up and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and on it’s way past her cheek, her fingers danced there to draw away any remnants that she had been crying.
Do you have any brothers?"
”no, sir, it’s just me and my sister.”
~~
@turif