[Distracted by her surroundings, she hadn't realized anyone was approaching. She turns quickly, tensing aware that mentioning Lighthall in public isn't necessarily the wisest thing to do.
Then she relaxes, almost at once. This is a very different place, isn't it? Another world, she's heard. Her dog wags its tail at the stranger, and Branwen politely answers her question.]
Lighthall is--it was where I was born. A Solitude Home north of the capital. It was a closed place, like this seems to be. No way in or out, unless you have the power.
[Lighthall had been a great deal like this. Not just the atmosphere, the feeling in the air, but the fact that it had been a separate little world where only women lived, ruled by a single authority figure. It had seemed safe, and in some ways it had been, compared to the rest of the world. In other, subtler ways, it had been treacherous.]
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Then she relaxes, almost at once. This is a very different place, isn't it? Another world, she's heard. Her dog wags its tail at the stranger, and Branwen politely answers her question.]
Lighthall is--it was where I was born. A Solitude Home north of the capital. It was a closed place, like this seems to be. No way in or out, unless you have the power.
[Lighthall had been a great deal like this. Not just the atmosphere, the feeling in the air, but the fact that it had been a separate little world where only women lived, ruled by a single authority figure. It had seemed safe, and in some ways it had been, compared to the rest of the world. In other, subtler ways, it had been treacherous.]