Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

it was easy to be critical of a world you had never been part of; for sobeille, she was already mentally picking apart every construct matteo shared.

she would learn in time this was horribly rude.

hunting water-cousins was how the men made their living. sobeille wondered aloud: what ritual do de women do to become worthy? her gaze flickered to the coast, where just out of vision the grave columns of flowstacks rose in her mind's eye. we 'ave menny ceremonies for de women. including -- here the first bit of sobeille's playfulness came out as she threw her arms up in the air and widened her gaze: de ritual of de long night. i will 'ave mine soon, and become woman. sobeille left something unsaid: but i was born worthy.