[Tyler is very good at reading between the lines. And he definitely gets, rather all of a sudden, that Lydia's past is a lot more complicated than just "high fantasy, lost my brother and became a lich".]
Right. Yeah, I've definitely heard that tale before, in so many words. That must have been hard.
[A lot more complicated than that, she's just, usually, really good at hiding the majority of it. Easier to be simple than to be complicated, isn't it?
Though she seems to relax, somewhat, at his reply.]
In mild terms, yes. Pretty much, well, everything had been difficult until we'd picked up on illusion magic. Relying on someone who absolutely was not remotely prepared to handle themself much less three damned children also certainly didn't help. [And were, probably, primarily unwanted but she's not going to get into that as it's not even a detail she's sure about, herself.]
Unfortunately, it wasn't a terribly uncommon occurrence, being shoved out into the world via whatever means to try and survive in whatever way you could. Whether it be the result of a war or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
[She slowly shrugs, attention shifting towards just some point on the wall in front of her. Easier this way.]
I suppose she tried her best with what she had, given she had to do it by herself. And it was hardly her fault when sickness came to claim her. [She's actually glad this is through sign and not voice, otherwise the bitterness in tone would be clear as day.]
But... yeah, I'm sure you can... guess about why that particular bit might have caused that reaction. [No reason to be straightforward about it, no reason to make things harder than they have to be. That was centuries ago and none of them would have been alive still, anyway, as far as she's aware. And even then she's here now, so it's a moot point...]
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Right. Yeah, I've definitely heard that tale before, in so many words. That must have been hard.
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Though she seems to relax, somewhat, at his reply.]
In mild terms, yes. Pretty much, well, everything had been difficult until we'd picked up on illusion magic. Relying on someone who absolutely was not remotely prepared to handle themself much less three damned children also certainly didn't help. [And were, probably, primarily unwanted but she's not going to get into that as it's not even a detail she's sure about, herself.]
Unfortunately, it wasn't a terribly uncommon occurrence, being shoved out into the world via whatever means to try and survive in whatever way you could. Whether it be the result of a war or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Geeze. That's one hell of a start in life.
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I suppose she tried her best with what she had, given she had to do it by herself. And it was hardly her fault when sickness came to claim her. [She's actually glad this is through sign and not voice, otherwise the bitterness in tone would be clear as day.]
But... yeah, I'm sure you can... guess about why that particular bit might have caused that reaction. [No reason to be straightforward about it, no reason to make things harder than they have to be. That was centuries ago and none of them would have been alive still, anyway, as far as she's aware. And even then she's here now, so it's a moot point...]