She remembered her conversation with the literature student in the library, who had echoed her question: I mean, how many Argantians want to study Llyrian literature? Underneath it was a second, unspoken question: What gives them the right? She didn’t want to be like that boy, didn’t want to be like those Llyrians, small-minded and bigoted, believing all the absurd superstitions and stereotypes about their enemies. No matter how much she disliked Preston, it wasn’t his fault for being born Argantian, any more than it was her fault for being born a woman.
Some growth? 🌱
