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feredarTitle: Answers
Year: 977 FY, 986 FY, 997 FY
Characters: Prince Isshiri, Mel Artwick
Warnings: References to amputation, some ableism.
People don't usually ask.
Most everyone at court knows why he's incomplete, and it's embarassing. It's like asking 'Lani what she and her favorites do behind closed doors. Some things are 'sposed to stay secret.
So when one of the favorites asks him, Isshiri does't know exactly what to say. "I...um. It was eaten by a lion."
"No, really. What happened to your leg?"
Isshiri stares down at his prosthetic. "It got eaten by a lion," he insists, stubbornly.
Isshiri flushes, and looks away from Mel. Presumably, the guards will give him another prosthetic of some kind later, but right now, his incompleteness was blatantly obvious. He should have expected the question--especially now, when he and Mel have been assigned to the same gate together for the third day in a row. "Snakebite. Got the antivenom too late."
He can feel Mel wince. "Sorry."
Isshiri shrugs. "Not your fault. So, where did you live before coming to Feredar?"
Mel tactfully follows the subject change, and Isshiri is able to relax.
After the war ends, that's what he uses as his excuse. He travels all over the world, and people ask everywhere. Most of the time, they don't mean to be invasive, they just feel awkward and blurt out the first thing they think of. He gives the name of battles he was actually present for, or just brushes against his collar-scar and lets the draw their own conclusions. Sometimes he just stares at them and ignores the question.
The disadvantage to his nomadic life is that he's probably never again going to find someone he can trust with the truth.
Year: 977 FY, 986 FY, 997 FY
Characters: Prince Isshiri, Mel Artwick
Warnings: References to amputation, some ableism.
People don't usually ask.
Most everyone at court knows why he's incomplete, and it's embarassing. It's like asking 'Lani what she and her favorites do behind closed doors. Some things are 'sposed to stay secret.
So when one of the favorites asks him, Isshiri does't know exactly what to say. "I...um. It was eaten by a lion."
"No, really. What happened to your leg?"
Isshiri stares down at his prosthetic. "It got eaten by a lion," he insists, stubbornly.
Isshiri flushes, and looks away from Mel. Presumably, the guards will give him another prosthetic of some kind later, but right now, his incompleteness was blatantly obvious. He should have expected the question--especially now, when he and Mel have been assigned to the same gate together for the third day in a row. "Snakebite. Got the antivenom too late."
He can feel Mel wince. "Sorry."
Isshiri shrugs. "Not your fault. So, where did you live before coming to Feredar?"
Mel tactfully follows the subject change, and Isshiri is able to relax.
After the war ends, that's what he uses as his excuse. He travels all over the world, and people ask everywhere. Most of the time, they don't mean to be invasive, they just feel awkward and blurt out the first thing they think of. He gives the name of battles he was actually present for, or just brushes against his collar-scar and lets the draw their own conclusions. Sometimes he just stares at them and ignores the question.
The disadvantage to his nomadic life is that he's probably never again going to find someone he can trust with the truth.