[ Zoya likes to pretend that she hails from the Ravkan capital, that she hadn't come from a small village where knowing everyone who called it home wasn't considered unusual. She's tried to leave Pachina in the dust, but it keeps crawling to the forefront, wishing to be noticed by her, remembered.
She considers lying: she can't relate; small villages never prepare anyone for the big city life. But this isn't a city, and it's already remote as far as Zoya can tell. ]
I came from a small village.
[ Telling him isn't going to disadvantage her, is it? Nikolai would encourage her to find similarities with those around her. Makes her more likeable, apparently. ]
Many of us liked to keep our clothes on for our town activities. But I can see how this would be a shock if you're not used to the unusual.
[ With a shrug, ] And crowds are overrated.
[ She doesn't particularly like them, either. Too many idiots tend to congregate and make noise. ]
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She considers lying: she can't relate; small villages never prepare anyone for the big city life. But this isn't a city, and it's already remote as far as Zoya can tell. ]
I came from a small village.
[ Telling him isn't going to disadvantage her, is it? Nikolai would encourage her to find similarities with those around her. Makes her more likeable, apparently. ]
Many of us liked to keep our clothes on for our town activities. But I can see how this would be a shock if you're not used to the unusual.
[ With a shrug, ] And crowds are overrated.
[ She doesn't particularly like them, either. Too many idiots tend to congregate and make noise. ]