Interlude: Gettin' Figgy With It
"Thanks. It's nice to have the time to fuss with it. I was going to put some braids in it, but that's more time consuming." Breya bisected a sausage, trying not to joke about whether it'd be served with figs for the festival.
"Sorry if I've been weird, it's just that my brain finally caught up to what's actually happened to me. With all the shenanigans and fighting I haven't had much room to think about my situation." She took a bite, a perhaps surprisingly small one, which she was able to chew thoroughly and swallow in minimal time. "And no everything is not alright, though things are overall pretty good. The fact is I'm free, and as sweet as that is, it's also hard because I haven't been taught to participate in normal society. I don't have the skills. I don't have a trade, or a profession, or more than one pair of socks, anything. If not for the generosity of these people I'd be sleeping rough outside somewhere, purifying water from puddles and boiling rat meat. I don't mean to be gross, it's just the truth. I actually know a lot about surviving like that, but I don't know how to thrive. Or how to be normal and talk to people in a way that isn't strange and awkward. There's nothing for it, I'm going to have to dig in somewhere and learn to be a human being. It's not going to be much fun because I'm probably going to have the worst job imaginable since I'm not good for much but lifting and stacking and things like that, and I'm going to embarrass myself a whole lot, but ultimately it'll be good."
She took another bite. "It is what it is. It's not something I'm going to solve in a day, or a week, a month or probably not even a year. And it's not anyone else's burden but mine, I have to confront it. But what I do need to figure out is when and where to start. So I wanted to ask you something, because your answer will help me get started."
Breya put down her utensils. She'd been very matter of fact about all of this, she didn't seem overly sad or distressed and didn't show any sign of emotional investment until now.
"Bellinha, you're a good person in a world sorely lacking in them. You're brave, you help others selflessly, you're kind to people you don't have to be kind to, and you're going to be successful and beloved whatever you do and wherever you go. You're also talented at a lot of different things, and you're very pretty on top of all of that, and it's not fair one person gets to be all these things. But mostly, you're a good person and I will always care for you no matter what." Her voice was quite steady. Breya had thought about this a lot and decided this was the play, and the best play, and Breya did not lack for confidence once she'd made up her mind.
"Listen, I don't know if I'm doing this right, you know my situation I didn't exactly get a lot of chances to interact socially the right way. But one of the things people do to live and be normal is they try to find love with significant others and there's a lot of rituals and customs around it, I think it's called courting. So I'd like to court you. They're doing this fig thing, there's probably going to be dances and weird ritual races involving props. Would you be my date for whatever this thing is?"