Trixie watches her, intrigued by how simple she makes it all seem, and the wide range of knowledge she apparently possesses.
There’s a lot she herself doesn’t know how to do. It’s not for lack of want, the urge to learn has always been there, but opportunity has always been scarce.
“Who’re your people, that encouraged this kind of fu-” Trixie pauses, chews her word in her mouth a moment, then tries again. No cussing, she can do better. She helps herself to a stick and picks at the bark. “Craftsmanship, working with your hands, that kind of thing. Who’re your people?”
She feels it’s a fair question; she’s learned quickly here that assuming is the worst thing a person could do.
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There’s a lot she herself doesn’t know how to do. It’s not for lack of want, the urge to learn has always been there, but opportunity has always been scarce.
“Who’re your people, that encouraged this kind of fu-” Trixie pauses, chews her word in her mouth a moment, then tries again. No cussing, she can do better. She helps herself to a stick and picks at the bark. “Craftsmanship, working with your hands, that kind of thing. Who’re your people?”
She feels it’s a fair question; she’s learned quickly here that assuming is the worst thing a person could do.