[The way that he talks about her ancestor has her worried... What if she doesn't take to her any more than she's taken to her matesprit? What if she's not good enough to earn her favor? They got along well enough in Panem, but only after some miscommunication had Redglare running her down like a criminal. Even after that, she still wasn't sure how much the older troll liked her. Did a few pleasant conversations mean that she would be able to engage with this Redglare, too? Or was she simply more amiable due to needing allies in a place like Panem?
The thoughts preoccupy her again, and it takes her a moment to snap out of it. She almost wants to demand what he told Redglare about her, but she bites her tongue on that train of conversation.]
Maybe... the point is that no one really knows how to do it. I mean... We're not even supposed to meet our ancestors. Or our descendants. At best, they could leave things for us, and even then, that was only the higher castes. Anything beyond that was unheard of. Assuming that someone was your ancestor felt like taboo, unless you had undeniable proof. It felt like there were so many rules, so many missteps... I was terrified the first time I met Redglare. And you had already told her my name and everything. [She pokes him in the side as retaliation, though she's long been over it.] But that terror wasn't just from meeting her... It was everything else, too.
So maybe the point is that... it's probably not a big deal if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing. You care about doing it right. That's probably already better than most of our species ever managed.
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The thoughts preoccupy her again, and it takes her a moment to snap out of it. She almost wants to demand what he told Redglare about her, but she bites her tongue on that train of conversation.]
Maybe... the point is that no one really knows how to do it. I mean... We're not even supposed to meet our ancestors. Or our descendants. At best, they could leave things for us, and even then, that was only the higher castes. Anything beyond that was unheard of. Assuming that someone was your ancestor felt like taboo, unless you had undeniable proof. It felt like there were so many rules, so many missteps... I was terrified the first time I met Redglare. And you had already told her my name and everything. [She pokes him in the side as retaliation, though she's long been over it.] But that terror wasn't just from meeting her... It was everything else, too.
So maybe the point is that... it's probably not a big deal if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing. You care about doing it right. That's probably already better than most of our species ever managed.