[ Her eyes are probing, looking at the woman before her, who speaks of solitude brought on by her father, as punishment for losing a fight. Her lips quirked, in a sharp smile, at the thought of her making her father bleed in punishment, and it's all so very...familiar. Akua's mother had not put her into solitary, but she had chosen other ways, to sharpen her daughter. In Praes, they had a saying: Iron Sharpens Iron. ]
Any parent who would refuse to recognize the strength that they force into their children with...delicate lessons such as those, is clearly a fool.
[ "Delicate" she says. ]
Three days is quite a long time, for a child.
[ It does not sound like torture to her, anymore. How could it, when her very soul had languished in just that? Nearly a year, trapped in a cloak, left in solitary, only pulled out when she was of use. She knew what it was, to be left alone for so long, to hear only ones thoughts and nothing else. It had been a punishment to her, but to a child who lost a fight? Little motivation to do more than lash out. ]
And not quite effective. [ A shrug. ] It is a shame, when we emerge greater and more terrifying than the fools that tried to shape us into weapons, hm?
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Any parent who would refuse to recognize the strength that they force into their children with...delicate lessons such as those, is clearly a fool.
[ "Delicate" she says. ]
Three days is quite a long time, for a child.
[ It does not sound like torture to her, anymore. How could it, when her very soul had languished in just that? Nearly a year, trapped in a cloak, left in solitary, only pulled out when she was of use. She knew what it was, to be left alone for so long, to hear only ones thoughts and nothing else. It had been a punishment to her, but to a child who lost a fight? Little motivation to do more than lash out. ]
And not quite effective. [ A shrug. ] It is a shame, when we emerge greater and more terrifying than the fools that tried to shape us into weapons, hm?