[Milla's been in and out of the mess hall a lot this week, but there's still a lot in here that's unfamiliar to her. Like the drinks that are available today, warm and with a definite sweet scent to it... but hey when you don't know, ask, right?]
Ah, Raven. Do you know what this is? [With an offer of the cocoa to the other girl.] I am unfamiliar with it.
It is... strange. In the Dark World, it is easy to think any difference between us and the Chosen is due to their reliance on thralls and their weakness. Here, I see that this is not so. I think Tal would not be out of place here.
[Though imagining him trying to deal with All Of This is almost enough to make her snort with a mixture of amusement and disdain, so Milla quickly turns to take her own mug of cocoa, taking a sip.]
It took me a little while to accept that the comfort that the people of Earth enjoyed was... well, perfectly valid, and didn't make them more prone to falling under the influence of demons.
I think I was just... jealous, that they had it easy, and I had to fight constantly.
They call them the Underfolk, but that does not change what they are.
[Buuuuut as soon as there's even that small hint that maybe she might be jealous, Milla's expression locks down into a hard scowl. Teenager's gonna teenager, no matter the world.]
Wasn't saying you are, just saying that I was when I first arrived on Earth. [Her frown deepens as she drinks the cocoa, even though it is very good. Mainly because of the whole... slavery thing.]
...The rest of us don't use slaves, or thralls. For the record. At least I don't think so.
[She's jealous of everybody's shadows... they exist and follow you and aren't weirdly shaped... But whether she is or isn't jealous, Raven's nonchalance settles her. She's still frowning, but it's not the anger of a moment ago.]
This is good to hear. The Far-Raiders--my clan--will not trade with thrall-takers.
[She takes another drink of her own cocoa.]
...When you say the influence of demons, what do you mean?
That's good. It's good to have principles. [She drinks the cocoa, unperturbed by Milla's frown, as she is also frowning. Almost constantly.]t
...My father is a demon.
[It's not much of a secret.]
He tempts people using their shortcomings. My brothers are representatives for the big seven. Well, six, technically. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth and Wrath.
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Week Two
Thursday
Ah, Raven. Do you know what this is? [With an offer of the cocoa to the other girl.] I am unfamiliar with it.
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Never had cocoa before?
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It is... strange. In the Dark World, it is easy to think any difference between us and the Chosen is due to their reliance on thralls and their weakness. Here, I see that this is not so. I think Tal would not be out of place here.
[Though imagining him trying to deal with All Of This is almost enough to make her snort with a mixture of amusement and disdain, so Milla quickly turns to take her own mug of cocoa, taking a sip.]
--This is very sweet.
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[She hopes not, that's fucked up!!]
It took me a little while to accept that the comfort that the people of Earth enjoyed was... well, perfectly valid, and didn't make them more prone to falling under the influence of demons.
I think I was just... jealous, that they had it easy, and I had to fight constantly.
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They call them the Underfolk, but that does not change what they are.
[Buuuuut as soon as there's even that small hint that maybe she might be jealous, Milla's expression locks down into a hard scowl. Teenager's gonna teenager, no matter the world.]
I am not jealous of the others here!
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Wasn't saying you are, just saying that I was when I first arrived on Earth. [Her frown deepens as she drinks the cocoa, even though it is very good. Mainly because of the whole... slavery thing.]
...The rest of us don't use slaves, or thralls. For the record. At least I don't think so.
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This is good to hear. The Far-Raiders--my clan--will not trade with thrall-takers.
[She takes another drink of her own cocoa.]
...When you say the influence of demons, what do you mean?
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...My father is a demon.
[It's not much of a secret.]
He tempts people using their shortcomings. My brothers are representatives for the big seven. Well, six, technically. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth and Wrath.
[But there's still one more, of course.]
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We know these vices on the Ice. They lead men to dishonor.
But Pride is just as dangerous. It can cause even the most seasoned warrior to stumble.
[Her voice is quiet. This is something she's got experience with.]
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[She doesn't say it for a few moments, nervous mainly.]
I'm Pride.
Or I was supposed to be anyway, according to him.