Her mother told her the bare facts, that her grandmother had goblinized and her heart couldn't take the shock. The event, pared down from its emotion so her mother could relate the story to her child with a straight face. (Her mother always tried to be the image of calm around her. Small wonder she picked that up early on and kept it.) But she'd overheard the whole story later, her mother sobbing into her father's shoulder as she told him all of it. She had been in the room, after all, had seen the transformation take place for herself, and had seen it kill her own mother.
Rosalia had been shaken to the core that night. (and to think, if she hadn't asked where her grandparents lived...)
There's a reflexive token resistance to becoming vulnerable to this stranger, particularly since he's armed and she knows it. What an idiot she is, hugging a man with knives. But she's so scared, of going through the same things her grandmother did...
She clings to him, hiccuping as she starts crying too hard.
"It can't be true, right? The age thing?"
She doesn't want to believe it. Doesn't want to believe she'll go through that, doesn't want to believe she'll be one of those kids shunned by everyone else. Her parents are so proud of her good grades. Will she really get dumber if she turns into a troll?
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Rosalia had been shaken to the core that night. (and to think, if she hadn't asked where her grandparents lived...)
There's a reflexive token resistance to becoming vulnerable to this stranger, particularly since he's armed and she knows it. What an idiot she is, hugging a man with knives. But she's so scared, of going through the same things her grandmother did...
She clings to him, hiccuping as she starts crying too hard.
"It can't be true, right? The age thing?"
She doesn't want to believe it. Doesn't want to believe she'll go through that, doesn't want to believe she'll be one of those kids shunned by everyone else. Her parents are so proud of her good grades. Will she really get dumber if she turns into a troll?