[When she starts thinking further back, it occurs to her that she can't even remember what she was doing, where she was going, or much of anything around the time that she wound up on the nautiloid. She, of course, remembers largely everything prior to then, but around that time, it's likely that it happened all so quickly that somewhere those memories remain. Eventually to be rediscovered, though she doubts them to be anything that will be of use to them in the long run.
She can only assume that like Ara, she was probably at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Cult of the Absolute would call them special. True Souls. She doesn't like that phrasing at all. How agitating. There is nothing special about it. But maybe Moonrise holds all of the answers. A part of her can't wait to find out. The rest is terrified of whatever it is they may discover. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
As he continues, she looks over to him, crossing one leg over the other as he recounts tales. The kinds of tales that, in her youth, she would have perceived to be little more than storybook fodder. And yet, here they are living one. Ah, to be an adventurer. At the end of his regaling comes...
Well. She likens it to reassurance. Sometimes she doesn't know where her place is. If she even ought to be with them at all, though she wouldn't like much to admit that. It is possible they all feel that way from time to time. But if he says that she's important... She certainly has to try her very best, doesn't she?
As if Nepione is capable of anything else.]
Yes. Yes, we do. Divided we are weaker. Not weak. Only weaker. I have every confidence that we can make our way forward. I'm not anticipating an easy road, but when the rest of you are also on it, I feel like I can face anything. I won't let anything stop me.
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She can only assume that like Ara, she was probably at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Cult of the Absolute would call them special. True Souls. She doesn't like that phrasing at all. How agitating. There is nothing special about it. But maybe Moonrise holds all of the answers. A part of her can't wait to find out. The rest is terrified of whatever it is they may discover. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
As he continues, she looks over to him, crossing one leg over the other as he recounts tales. The kinds of tales that, in her youth, she would have perceived to be little more than storybook fodder. And yet, here they are living one. Ah, to be an adventurer. At the end of his regaling comes...
Well. She likens it to reassurance. Sometimes she doesn't know where her place is. If she even ought to be with them at all, though she wouldn't like much to admit that. It is possible they all feel that way from time to time. But if he says that she's important... She certainly has to try her very best, doesn't she?
As if Nepione is capable of anything else.]
Yes. Yes, we do. Divided we are weaker. Not weak. Only weaker. I have every confidence that we can make our way forward. I'm not anticipating an easy road, but when the rest of you are also on it, I feel like I can face anything. I won't let anything stop me.