Her touch returns to the scars, long fingers on her broad hand spreading out across the full width of a mark, seeking not to cover it but to take it all in.]
They burned you? [Here, she does not use the language of distance Celeste affected to separate herself from the fairytale. Celeste is here, and so are the scars, and there's a brutal honest in addressing them directly without flinching.] And torched their own standing in the process, too.
[She doesn't really give two shits when it comes to prophecies or omens or things like that...even superstitions at sea had her laughing and running straight within the danger. She can't quite wrap her mind around being as beholden to the gods as people in this other world must be. But, in a universe mundane or magical, she thinks the destination is the same regardless: In trying to scrub the dark stain of Celeste's corruption from their family name, the Fragonards fulfilled their own destiny.]
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They burned you? [Here, she does not use the language of distance Celeste affected to separate herself from the fairytale. Celeste is here, and so are the scars, and there's a brutal honest in addressing them directly without flinching.] And torched their own standing in the process, too.
[She doesn't really give two shits when it comes to prophecies or omens or things like that...even superstitions at sea had her laughing and running straight within the danger. She can't quite wrap her mind around being as beholden to the gods as people in this other world must be. But, in a universe mundane or magical, she thinks the destination is the same regardless: In trying to scrub the dark stain of Celeste's corruption from their family name, the Fragonards fulfilled their own destiny.]