"..." Ah, yes. Picking one. ... Well. The one that would be most familiar is the paella, and, sure enough, the taste of fish is... Grounding. She sits on the crate as she eats, this time with more gusto.
"My..." ... She couldn't really call them her 'parents'. She didn't really remember them anymore, but she knew they weren't the fishers from Kamchatka known as the Koutolikas now. Those fishers had planned to escape, to where she wasn't sure. "My handlers were fishers, before we and most of the fishing village we were in was..."
She tapped at her neck, where friction and electric shock had discolored it in a band. "... For some reason, the Empire did not care about this. They seemed to think they knew something we did not. About the village. I think perhaps about me."
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Date: 2024-12-18 07:26 am (UTC)"My..." ... She couldn't really call them her 'parents'. She didn't really remember them anymore, but she knew they weren't the fishers from Kamchatka known as the Koutolikas now. Those fishers had planned to escape, to where she wasn't sure. "My handlers were fishers, before we and most of the fishing village we were in was..."
She tapped at her neck, where friction and electric shock had discolored it in a band. "... For some reason, the Empire did not care about this. They seemed to think they knew something we did not. About the village. I think perhaps about me."