
"The thing is... I don't really feel like a young adult... or consider myself one." For those who aged differently from humans, explaining ages here felt like one of the harder tasks on this island. "Basically all my friends are teenagers, and back home, I wasn't really an adult. My magic isn't done developing, and I'm only twenty-one."
Being here made her realize how silly that must have sounded to some people. Despite Dr. Bryndísarson because used to the supernatural, Remi wondered if she should clarify more on how her people aged, or if he had enough experience to just understand.
"And, well... we're supposed to live closely and happily in a big household. There's only eight of us right now. We're really small. I don't want to make my family look disappointing and disorganized... or for everyone to think I abandoned them. Like, I'm technically royalty. I don't really have any power, but I can't make myself look bad to everyone."
It felt like her thoughts were becoming more jumbled the more she talked. Words were flowing out of her nonstop, but not in any pattern she was controlling. The frustration was getting to her, but the numbness prevented her from expressing the emotions she was feeling or felt like she should feel.
"Sorry, I don't think I'm making sense. I think... After thinking about it, I think I don't want to leave." She told herself this a hundred times. Convincing herself to leave, then right when she was about to progress, she backed out and accepted where she was. It was fine.
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