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Syrena
let the water take me
She does not expect some acknowledgement of the thank you, at least. So she does not mind when one doesn’t come. Though it is for different reasons that she does not expect one (not that she knows this, of course). She doesn’t offer thanks because she thought the protection of her seaweed or her status in the herd were conditional upon it. Isopia may not care if Syrena says thanks or not, but in truth, she offers it merely because she is trying, because it is the right thing to do and she’s never been very good at that. But she needs to be. Or at least, better than she has been.
But she does not expect a “you’re welcome” or any other such nonsense because there really is no point in that. At least a thank you is an acknowledgement of gratitude, even if gratitude means little. You’re welcome is repetitive. The protection and the position have already been offered; the “welcome” is implied. Or at least, that’s what she thinks. Perhaps pleasantries can serve some purpose in the world, though she still isn’t sure what purpose exactly, there’s a limit to them.
The response is perhaps not shocking. Syrena really was going to have to work on specifics with Isopia. They were not her skill, because words in general were not her skill. She spoke a little as possible, didn’t waste words with specificity. But the Mountain That Knows doesn’t send her away, or make the request difficult. And if Syrena is being fair (and she is trying), it’s a valid question. The Mountain, as her name suggests, probably knows quite a lot. But Syrena has no desire to know the gossip she might know, or the skeletons in her closet.
“Yes, the information that relates to my rank as Storyteller.” Because she wants to succeed, and it benefits them both if she does. Perhaps then they could have their herd quest, which was only a stepping-stone. What they needed were numbers, active members, those that could grow this herd and their power. Because she felt like a sitting duck some days, complacently waiting for a raid. Not that she was volunteering to touch anyone in a fight…and fighting with a branch was really just a pathetic sight. Like watching a dog.
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But she does not expect a “you’re welcome” or any other such nonsense because there really is no point in that. At least a thank you is an acknowledgement of gratitude, even if gratitude means little. You’re welcome is repetitive. The protection and the position have already been offered; the “welcome” is implied. Or at least, that’s what she thinks. Perhaps pleasantries can serve some purpose in the world, though she still isn’t sure what purpose exactly, there’s a limit to them.
The response is perhaps not shocking. Syrena really was going to have to work on specifics with Isopia. They were not her skill, because words in general were not her skill. She spoke a little as possible, didn’t waste words with specificity. But the Mountain That Knows doesn’t send her away, or make the request difficult. And if Syrena is being fair (and she is trying), it’s a valid question. The Mountain, as her name suggests, probably knows quite a lot. But Syrena has no desire to know the gossip she might know, or the skeletons in her closet.
“Yes, the information that relates to my rank as Storyteller.” Because she wants to succeed, and it benefits them both if she does. Perhaps then they could have their herd quest, which was only a stepping-stone. What they needed were numbers, active members, those that could grow this herd and their power. Because she felt like a sitting duck some days, complacently waiting for a raid. Not that she was volunteering to touch anyone in a fight…and fighting with a branch was really just a pathetic sight. Like watching a dog.
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