He wasn't super forthcoming on that or any other point when they turfed him into my house. He'll have to come down from his room eventually, though, he can't just live on water from the bathroom forever and the main level kitchen isn't stocked since I cleaned everything out after the Witchers were gone.
( and she is not volunteering as nursemaid and getting stuck babying an adult man, so this'll be fun. )
He sounds [ akin to some raggedy stray animal that wandered in to die somewhere, is what viren unpleasantly thinks. but will admit to that? no, not yet. ] fascinating.
[ more to viren's immediate attention, though, with an alleged namesake like that: ]
( and her agreement might have been stronger if he'd said the unspoken parts, but nevermind— )
Their names were Geralt and Lambert, 'Witcher' is a thing from their home. Monster hunting for coin. I said it sounds like someone who does witches, which according to Geralt was optional. They weren't...well, I mean, they were assholes, but not about that. They weren't indiscriminate or anything.
I'm two kinds of not human, so. I care about that.
I hadn't the pleasure to meet them. [..] Sincerely, even.
[ assholes or not, they do sound like an interesting pair to try to chat up about that lifestyle. the third part of her message gives him pause; she had mentioned something like that, he knows. ]
The easiest way to say it is that I'm nymph. Where I'm from, a type of high fae with Germanic origins. I have human ancestry but it's complicated and biologically becoming less relevant.
Here, I'm a merrow. Some kind of octopus, I don't know the sea enough to say what kind.
[ a fae type... viren would guess that any aefenglom-reminiscent ability to see through illusions would be null here, if she ever had it. ]
[ still. he's immediately intrigued. ]
I've never met a nymph before, I don't believe.
[ —and has been here long enough, chided enough times over his nosy fascination with those of magical origins, that he'll try not to — uh, stare too much whenever he should meet her. ]
( a lot of things that gwen had begun to take for granted are null here, and she's not happy about any of them. )
Most humans haven't. And there is a tendency, frankly not only by humans, to center human experience. Humans, "the norm", and then everybody else. Like we only exist in contrast to, or whatever.
I don't mind that a lot of people don't automatically understand what I am. I don't automatically understand what everybody else is. I just object to the idea that someone gets to think of themselves as "normal" when they mean "ignorant".
a fair explanation. but yes, perhaps several months ago when he first arrived here, he would've dismissed this with a harsh smile and all. even if he feels like he can try to argue certain points (as he feels he can with everything), he understands her message. ]
a hesitance, reading that answer. the kneejerk instinct to tell him she's changed her mind, and she'll give the room to someone else. but she's already said it's his,
she can always change her mind later, she reasons. )
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[ woops, that's overeager. ]
What is the new mirrorbound's name?
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( and she is not volunteering as nursemaid and getting stuck babying an adult man, so this'll be fun. )
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He sounds [ akin to some raggedy stray animal that wandered in to die somewhere, is what viren unpleasantly thinks. but will admit to that? no, not yet. ] fascinating.
[ more to viren's immediate attention, though, with an alleged namesake like that: ]
"Witchers"? Your former housemates, that is...?
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( and her agreement might have been stronger if he'd said the unspoken parts, but nevermind— )
Their names were Geralt and Lambert, 'Witcher' is a thing from their home. Monster hunting for coin. I said it sounds like someone who does witches, which according to Geralt was optional. They weren't...well, I mean, they were assholes, but not about that. They weren't indiscriminate or anything.
I'm two kinds of not human, so. I care about that.
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[ assholes or not, they do sound like an interesting pair to try to chat up about that lifestyle. the third part of her message gives him pause; she had mentioned something like that, he knows. ]
[ (had made specific note of, more like.) ]
What are you, if not human?
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Here, I'm a merrow. Some kind of octopus, I don't know the sea enough to say what kind.
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[ still. he's immediately intrigued. ]
I've never met a nymph before, I don't believe.
[ —and has been here long enough, chided enough times over his nosy fascination with those of magical origins, that he'll try not to — uh, stare too much whenever he should meet her. ]
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Most humans haven't. And there is a tendency, frankly not only by humans, to center human experience. Humans, "the norm", and then everybody else. Like we only exist in contrast to, or whatever.
I don't mind that a lot of people don't automatically understand what I am. I don't automatically understand what everybody else is. I just object to the idea that someone gets to think of themselves as "normal" when they mean "ignorant".
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a fair explanation. but yes, perhaps several months ago when he first arrived here, he would've dismissed this with a harsh smile and all. even if he feels like he can try to argue certain points (as he feels he can with everything), he understands her message. ]
Fine. I will keep that in mind.
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a hesitance, reading that answer. the kneejerk instinct to tell him she's changed her mind, and she'll give the room to someone else. but she's already said it's his,
she can always change her mind later, she reasons. )
Great.