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There was a great number of things she didn't know because she never needed to know them. Her family home was far away from most things and self-sustaining, so there was little to loot or acquire. There was a sleepy village nearby, but again, it was poor and wretched, certainly not a place that was even on most maps. It didn't surprise her that all the fascinating things of the outside world never trickled in to her village. It was like they never existed at all. Digesting everything he was telling her, she carefully began to put it all away into memory. He said things like she should have already known them, but… she frowned. She certainly hoped he didn't think her an idiot.
She was a smart girl, she believed. At least her father always told her so, though in a backwards sort of way—too smart to wed well, he mentioned. She was certain there had been times he had wished for a more docile, prettier daughter or a son… but Rowena was what he had gotten. She loved him, and missed him, but not nearly as much as she should have. In fact, she felt quite relieved that he was gone. It was a terrible way to think, but she couldn't help it sometimes. Shaking those thoughts from her brain, she quickly returned to the present. "What a shame," she mentioned off-handedly, idly picking off some horse hair that was stuck to her cape, "About Orcs, that is. I didn't know where they had come from, honestly."
"It's a shame about Rangers, too—some of them having nothing worth doing besides hunting Orcs." She supposed now that her home was gone she, too, had nowhere or anyone worth visiting. Her family was dead. Maybe someday she'd find something worth settling down for, though life was not so certain as it once had been. She hadn't even known what a Ranger was the previous morning, and now she was trekking further from home she had ever been with one—sharing a horse, all the while.
Falling quiet again, Rowena had more than a few questions lingering at the tip of her tongue but decided it best to keep them to herself for now, unsure how thrilled Cullen was with all of her yabbering.
She was a smart girl, she believed. At least her father always told her so, though in a backwards sort of way—too smart to wed well, he mentioned. She was certain there had been times he had wished for a more docile, prettier daughter or a son… but Rowena was what he had gotten. She loved him, and missed him, but not nearly as much as she should have. In fact, she felt quite relieved that he was gone. It was a terrible way to think, but she couldn't help it sometimes. Shaking those thoughts from her brain, she quickly returned to the present. "What a shame," she mentioned off-handedly, idly picking off some horse hair that was stuck to her cape, "About Orcs, that is. I didn't know where they had come from, honestly."
"It's a shame about Rangers, too—some of them having nothing worth doing besides hunting Orcs." She supposed now that her home was gone she, too, had nowhere or anyone worth visiting. Her family was dead. Maybe someday she'd find something worth settling down for, though life was not so certain as it once had been. She hadn't even known what a Ranger was the previous morning, and now she was trekking further from home she had ever been with one—sharing a horse, all the while.
Falling quiet again, Rowena had more than a few questions lingering at the tip of her tongue but decided it best to keep them to herself for now, unsure how thrilled Cullen was with all of her yabbering.