“Must have been nice, quiet,” Ana says softly, “I never knew my dad. I mean I suppose I might have met him, who knows he could have been dead, wasn’t important, just a means to an end for my mother, an heir. Anastasia Bleikthjarta Kråkedóttir,” she shrugs, the words are guttural, angular and hard on Sara’s ears. “Not that girl any more.”lenusmars wrote:Sara smiles at Ana's reaction. "Four dads too, and um... maybe 14 or 15 sibs between blood, half blood and line...at home I mean, depending on if Mama Ellspeth had her baby or not. Every line family is pretty much it's own village. When you live on an orbital... well privacy isn't much of a thing."
Sara shrugs. "As for going back... I don't know. They all seem pretty happy living quietly in the hab, running the family business and marrying kids off to other lines." She sighs, shaking her head "I don't know if that will ever be for me." She pauses.
"Foix wasn't wrong, you know. I don't know much about combat. Not like you guys. It was.... I guess it was just that he up and said that I didn't even get a say."
A small unpleasant grin spreads across Ana’s face. “If you want to learn how to fight, my life has been about conflict since before I can remember, Foix can teach you the art of fighting, I can teach you the nasty business behind the art. If you’re interested.”