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She saw his face change and knew the question had been a mistake. He stammered out a reply, words that took her aback. They didn't like me. Maegi felt sudden empathy for the young man. The circumstances surrounding her conception and birth had been highly suspect. Potema had hated her from the get-go. She had earned the hatred of her brothers, and probably her father, too, by remaining behind. As for the rest, it was mostly cold indifference she had been given--so yes, in Rokig's story was a glimmer of hers, as well.

"I'm sorry," she said simply, frowning. At least he seemed to have shaken it off, remarking on the island scenery. "Yeah, it's pretty," Maegi observed, bicolored eyes dancing round the lagoon. "Lots of colors." She looked over at Rokig again. "What do you like to do? What are you good at?"