Jedao’s question strikes right on something she has thought about often and spoken of very little. Those two factors combine to a thoughtful pause.
“From what I’ve seen so far? Yes. But that isn’t to say - even a little - that things are perfect back home.” Her eyes flick down. Home. How long before it feels strange to say it that way?
“There’s a hell of a lot that could be improved. Some in massive ways. But...the things that I’ve heard of that go into maintaining the high calendar here?” Xiulan shakes her head. “Every time I think I’ve got a handle on it, something else comes up. There isn’t...that.”
Glancing over to Mafyyil and her flowers, and the flutters of airborne mothlings, she adds quietly, “But I realize it’s not as simple as cutting the head off the snake, to do something here. Leave a vacuum and it sounds like there are a myriad of other oppressions that might roll right in.”
Hana’s intoxicated giggling dislodges her expression out of what looks suspiciously like Overly Serious Calculations For a Party and brings her attention over to an occurring recognition. Jedao deflects it nicely, though under the circumstances Xiulan isn’t entirely sure whether it’s because he knows where Hana is going mentally or not. Particularly in light of what Sasha said earlier, she intends to play right along for now either way.
And hey, maybe Hana has mistaken him for someone else entirely. But she wouldn’t take that as a bet.
“With this mash up of timelines, I wonder how much more mistaken identities happen,” she remarks lightly. “Or if anyone’s yet run into another version of themselves.”
[She meets Jedao’s gaze after he responds to Hana - not in a judge-y or frowning sort of way, but a neutral signal of ‘I could have said something and I’m not’.]
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Re: less than subtle hawk hovering (paging Sasha, Hana, and Xiulan)
Date: 2020-01-27 08:39 pm (UTC)“From what I’ve seen so far? Yes. But that isn’t to say - even a little - that things are perfect back home.” Her eyes flick down. Home. How long before it feels strange to say it that way?
“There’s a hell of a lot that could be improved. Some in massive ways. But...the things that I’ve heard of that go into maintaining the high calendar here?” Xiulan shakes her head. “Every time I think I’ve got a handle on it, something else comes up. There isn’t...that.”
Glancing over to Mafyyil and her flowers, and the flutters of airborne mothlings, she adds quietly, “But I realize it’s not as simple as cutting the head off the snake, to do something here. Leave a vacuum and it sounds like there are a myriad of other oppressions that might roll right in.”
Hana’s intoxicated giggling dislodges her expression out of what looks suspiciously like Overly Serious Calculations For a Party and brings her attention over to an occurring recognition. Jedao deflects it nicely, though under the circumstances Xiulan isn’t entirely sure whether it’s because he knows where Hana is going mentally or not. Particularly in light of what Sasha said earlier, she intends to play right along for now either way.
And hey, maybe Hana has mistaken him for someone else entirely. But she wouldn’t take that as a bet.
“With this mash up of timelines, I wonder how much more mistaken identities happen,” she remarks lightly. “Or if anyone’s yet run into another version of themselves.”
[She meets Jedao’s gaze after he responds to Hana - not in a judge-y or frowning sort of way, but a neutral signal of ‘I could have said something and I’m not’.]