It's been a long time since she considered herself human—or mortal.
Zoya's always placed herself higher. She's Grisha, therefore she is capable of more, expected to be more. But she was—still is—very human. Her aunt would probably chuckle at the idea of her considering herself to be anything but. A human girl would worry if she's burnt her aunt's favourite tea or if she spoke too harshly to her cousin.
It sounds like he considers himself a mortal man. Perhaps there's something to learn from that.
"Some call Grisha witches."
Perhaps the easiest explanation. She's a witch. Stormwitch. It's in the name, isn't it? Zoya used to sneer at the idea, but now… If she's to be in this place, perhaps it's best to embrace a word that perhaps isn't as horrid as she was led to believe.
"We tend to live long lives. Many think it's a life of grandeur, but I'm sure it's an incredibly lonely experience. It seems your world and mine are the opposite."
I'll love her from my grave. Zoya had once enjoyed the idea of living a long, fulfilling life as a protector of Ravka, but since learning and getting to know its heart, she's not quite sure she likes the idea of living a long life when it stops beating.
She prefers to bury her head in the sand. Perhaps that's why Juris, Gregori and Elizaveta were trapped in a realm made of sand and stone instead of lush green grass and hard earth.
"This is a very depressing conversation for star gazing, isn't it?" she says with an amused sigh.
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Zoya's always placed herself higher. She's Grisha, therefore she is capable of more, expected to be more. But she was—still is—very human. Her aunt would probably chuckle at the idea of her considering herself to be anything but. A human girl would worry if she's burnt her aunt's favourite tea or if she spoke too harshly to her cousin.
It sounds like he considers himself a mortal man. Perhaps there's something to learn from that.
"Some call Grisha witches."
Perhaps the easiest explanation. She's a witch. Stormwitch. It's in the name, isn't it? Zoya used to sneer at the idea, but now… If she's to be in this place, perhaps it's best to embrace a word that perhaps isn't as horrid as she was led to believe.
"We tend to live long lives. Many think it's a life of grandeur, but I'm sure it's an incredibly lonely experience. It seems your world and mine are the opposite."
I'll love her from my grave. Zoya had once enjoyed the idea of living a long, fulfilling life as a protector of Ravka, but since learning and getting to know its heart, she's not quite sure she likes the idea of living a long life when it stops beating.
She prefers to bury her head in the sand. Perhaps that's why Juris, Gregori and Elizaveta were trapped in a realm made of sand and stone instead of lush green grass and hard earth.
"This is a very depressing conversation for star gazing, isn't it?" she says with an amused sigh.