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Post by Zuqetta on Mar 29, 2021 10:57:43 GMT -5
As the two walked, Zuqetta kept close, matching Vennels movements to an increasing degree. She listened intently, taking in what she could from her lesson. Though it was hard to agree with Vennels statement, it wasn't as though she had any experience to dispute it. She simply didn't like being hungry, it made it difficult to move or fight and left her fatigued, so she found it hard to believe that someone could get any good results while hungry. Vennel spoke from experience however, and had already made it clear that if Zuqetta wanted to continue having a place to live then she would need to heed her elders words. As Vennel went on to rebuke Zuqetta's explanation of her past upbringing however, Zuqetta averted her gaze.
It didn't feel nice to basically be called a liar, but by this point that's basically what she was. It was merely her pride which had her constantly gloat about her elite heritage, but as things stood now, she would have been the only one who knew who she truly was. Her past possessions were all most likely destroyed in the fire and her father was certainly dead. There may have been a few from the lesser class in the area near her old home that would recognize her, or maybe even one of her old guards; but it was far more likely they would have believed her dead as well. She hadn't made herself particularly known to them, and never went out of her way to associate besides sending them on errands. Now, it was as though she didn't even exist...
Though she wanted to explain why her appearance was the way it was when they met; she decided against it. It wasn't often that accidents occurred back in her old life, but the experience of trying to explain herself to her father when one did happen had already burned itself into her.
She became a bit lost in thought as they continued through the city, and hardly paid any mind to her surroundings. Yet in spite of this, her movements unconsciously remained matched when Vennels, causing her to weave between the accruing population with ease and dodge the inept who went about their business haphazardly. It was only upon hearing a curious jingle that the girl would snap back to reality and begin moving with her own stride once more. "Zeni?" She questioned curiously, just barely catching the coins tossed back to her; her tail quickly striking out to nab the two that she had missed in mid air, "People actually want this stuff?" She asked, "Its not even that pretty." She wondered and wanted to ask why they couldn't just attack someone to take what they wanted, but recalled Vennels earlier assessment of facing individuals that her larger and stronger. It made sense to have a way to deal with such people, so she chose to withhold her question, choosing instead to safely tuck the coins into the neck of her underlay for the time being.
She still hadn't a clue on exactly how to exchange Zeni for good, or of how valuable any single Zeni would be. She was able to comprehend Vennels words however, allowing her to take a mental note on what could have been considered an asset of hers. At the end of Vennels explanation however, Zuqetta flinched...
She didn't have a manor...
She didn't have a father...
If she did...
Zuqetta's eyes widened with awe; she had told herself she would be throwing away her past life, over and over. Yet still she clung to it, and found the simple act of living to be incredibly difficult up to this point. Now, she understood; Vennel didn't believe a word she said about being an elite, and never did. Yet, if that was the case, then why did she accept what she believed to be a street urchin? There was more to Vennel than Zuqetta could understand, at least for now; but realizing this fact helped Zuqetta move forward just a bit. Vennel was an asset to her own survival, without her, Zuqetta knew she would still be on the streets. So she would steel herself, and commit further to discarding as much as she could about her past life. She needed to, not just for her own sake, but for her ultimate desire.
Something... you can use to your advantage? Zuqetta thought as the two reached the city limits, Am I an asset? Or a hindrance? She wondered, thinking of how exactly she could have been of use to anyone, I'm using Vennel to my advantage? 'Cause of her home and food? The more she thought, the more she realized that simply being an elite gave nothing to anyone. She was a hindrance who was currently only taking, giving nothing in return. Vennel was nothing like Potate; while Vennel instilled wisdom, Potate had locked Zuqetta off from everything about the world. The girl now had a wish as this small admiration began to blossom; she wished to be an asset.
Snapping out of her internal thought at the question Vennel presently, Zuqetta would slam the palm of her hands hard against her cheeks as she focused on reality. "Just one!" She declared with a smug grin; cheeks reddened from the slap, "When do we start?"
It didn't feel nice to basically be called a liar, but by this point that's basically what she was. It was merely her pride which had her constantly gloat about her elite heritage, but as things stood now, she would have been the only one who knew who she truly was. Her past possessions were all most likely destroyed in the fire and her father was certainly dead. There may have been a few from the lesser class in the area near her old home that would recognize her, or maybe even one of her old guards; but it was far more likely they would have believed her dead as well. She hadn't made herself particularly known to them, and never went out of her way to associate besides sending them on errands. Now, it was as though she didn't even exist...
Though she wanted to explain why her appearance was the way it was when they met; she decided against it. It wasn't often that accidents occurred back in her old life, but the experience of trying to explain herself to her father when one did happen had already burned itself into her.
She became a bit lost in thought as they continued through the city, and hardly paid any mind to her surroundings. Yet in spite of this, her movements unconsciously remained matched when Vennels, causing her to weave between the accruing population with ease and dodge the inept who went about their business haphazardly. It was only upon hearing a curious jingle that the girl would snap back to reality and begin moving with her own stride once more. "Zeni?" She questioned curiously, just barely catching the coins tossed back to her; her tail quickly striking out to nab the two that she had missed in mid air, "People actually want this stuff?" She asked, "Its not even that pretty." She wondered and wanted to ask why they couldn't just attack someone to take what they wanted, but recalled Vennels earlier assessment of facing individuals that her larger and stronger. It made sense to have a way to deal with such people, so she chose to withhold her question, choosing instead to safely tuck the coins into the neck of her underlay for the time being.
She still hadn't a clue on exactly how to exchange Zeni for good, or of how valuable any single Zeni would be. She was able to comprehend Vennels words however, allowing her to take a mental note on what could have been considered an asset of hers. At the end of Vennels explanation however, Zuqetta flinched...
She didn't have a manor...
She didn't have a father...
If she did...
Zuqetta's eyes widened with awe; she had told herself she would be throwing away her past life, over and over. Yet still she clung to it, and found the simple act of living to be incredibly difficult up to this point. Now, she understood; Vennel didn't believe a word she said about being an elite, and never did. Yet, if that was the case, then why did she accept what she believed to be a street urchin? There was more to Vennel than Zuqetta could understand, at least for now; but realizing this fact helped Zuqetta move forward just a bit. Vennel was an asset to her own survival, without her, Zuqetta knew she would still be on the streets. So she would steel herself, and commit further to discarding as much as she could about her past life. She needed to, not just for her own sake, but for her ultimate desire.
Something... you can use to your advantage? Zuqetta thought as the two reached the city limits, Am I an asset? Or a hindrance? She wondered, thinking of how exactly she could have been of use to anyone, I'm using Vennel to my advantage? 'Cause of her home and food? The more she thought, the more she realized that simply being an elite gave nothing to anyone. She was a hindrance who was currently only taking, giving nothing in return. Vennel was nothing like Potate; while Vennel instilled wisdom, Potate had locked Zuqetta off from everything about the world. The girl now had a wish as this small admiration began to blossom; she wished to be an asset.
Snapping out of her internal thought at the question Vennel presently, Zuqetta would slam the palm of her hands hard against her cheeks as she focused on reality. "Just one!" She declared with a smug grin; cheeks reddened from the slap, "When do we start?"
