For her part, Lyubov's always glad to see others like her – for all that she's willowy and delicate, she's nearly seven feet tall, and flat as a board; and even if she's happy to remain so, happy with who she is ... sometimes it gets lonely. Sometimes sticking out hurts, when one's the only one sticking out.
were Magne not a fellow cultivar, she'd still be a big, confident woman, sure in herself and kind to Lyubov in specific — and she values that.
But the relief and the joy in meeting Magne so soon after arriving is undercut in the moment by the chill and the hunger.
"Thou'rt right," Lyubov says. "'Tis cold, and food shall do us both good. Let's go in."
She lets Magne go in first, and shuts the door behind the two of them, shutting out the night and the chill, and the threat of the star-beasts, and - for now at least - the gnawing worry at the back of her head, regarding the words of the white-haired old woman. Dwelling on death can wait.
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For her part, Lyubov's always glad to see others like her – for all that she's willowy and delicate, she's nearly seven feet tall, and flat as a board; and even if she's happy to remain so, happy with who she is ... sometimes it gets lonely. Sometimes sticking out hurts, when one's the only one sticking out.
were Magne not a fellow cultivar, she'd still be a big, confident woman, sure in herself and kind to Lyubov in specific — and she values that.
But the relief and the joy in meeting Magne so soon after arriving is undercut in the moment by the chill and the hunger.
"Thou'rt right," Lyubov says. "'Tis cold, and food shall do us both good. Let's go in."
She lets Magne go in first, and shuts the door behind the two of them, shutting out the night and the chill, and the threat of the star-beasts, and - for now at least - the gnawing worry at the back of her head, regarding the words of the white-haired old woman. Dwelling on death can wait.