Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
:That's not really how - uh - is the information 'I am not categorically a no on that forever' enough or do you need more detail -:
A long pause.
:...That's enough to make it worthwhile to - keep talking about it, er, I mean, if you want to:
Ma'ar tries his best to look into her eyes.
:It doesn't, you know, sound fun or anything, but maybe we should do it anyway?:
:I - wait - what wouldn't be fun? You have feelings about me? ...If it wouldn't be fun then why bother?:
Ma'ar is pretty sure that he's still deeply confused about something in this area but he has no idea what.
Ma'ar is, at this point, even more confused. And slightly gritting his teeth. :Well. I - decided to try to talk to you even though I thought it'd be awkward and not fun and I....: he trails off again.
:Yeah - sorry, I don't have like - a plan for this conversation and it's uncomfortable and it's making me worse at things:
Ma'ar glances down, looks sympathetic for a moment. :- I know, I hate not having a plan. Is...there anything I can do to make it less uncomfortable...?:
:I'll let you know if I think of anything. Um.
I have thought at all about how I seem to be geared, uh, crushwise, and -
- you know how in stories people sometimes, like, pine after people who don't like them back, I don't think I can do that, I think I can so little do that that I also probably can't like people who are only kind of into me or into me for a dumb reason? So like, if you have - only just achieved a relevant developmental stage and in the process noticed that I have eyelashes, or something like that, on top of being generally tolerant of my company, that doesn't really do it for me. The fact that I can't confidently identify you as very much more enthusiastic than 'generally tolerant of my company' is not helping you here and neither is the thing where the one time I hugged you we wound up having a weird stupid fight:
:....Hmm:
(He wants to say that he agrees pining is usually stupid, but it's not clear if this helps his cause at all, so he holds back. Self-control is important, after all, and not less important than honesty.)
:....I'm - pretty sure that if I do like you that way, it's - not an ambivalent thing? And, er, it's definitely not about your eyelashes. I'm - still just starting to figure out what this whole 'liking' thing even means, and maybe I don't feel that way at all, but - you're the person I trust most in this entire city. And the person I think is the most competent and most virtuous. And - if I died tomorrow - and for some reason before I died I had a chance to lay bets on who would accomplish the most things I cared about over the next century - I'd bet on you:
Ma'ar falls silent, gaze fixed on the floor.
:Those... would be good reasons if you were sure they caused you to like-like me as opposed to just - approve of me, but -
- they don't exactly indicate that you'd be partial. And I think we can be friends even if you aren't partial but I do not think I can date you if you are not partial:
:- I think I still don't really understand what you mean by 'partial'?:
:...If there was a - fire, or something, and a lot of people I could save and you were one of them - I'd probably want to save you first? I, er, I feel like smiling at you more than I feel like smiling at most people? I care a lot about being your ally and keeping your good regard, a lot more than I care with most people - I don't know if that's the thing....:
:It would be strongly indicative of the thing in most people but you're very strange and have stuff decoupled that isn't usually decoupled so I'm not actually sure here!:
:I tried to think about it a lot and - I guess you have good eyelashes too? And, er, good - skin - and things...? If I had to kiss anyone on the Tower grounds I think I'd prefer it be you even if I have no idea what kissing is like? Just - I - that feels like not the real point, it's not about your - fundamental soul - your you - the thing that actually matters here....:
:I mean, yes, I'm not specifically angling for eyelash compliments, I just - I guess what I want to know if you feel qualitatively or just quantitatively different about me versus any random person:
Ma'ar closes his eyes, still sitting upright, and falls silent for thirty seconds. A full minute. A few more seconds...
:- I'm pretty sure I do? I, uh - don't know if that's a good idea - I can probably try to stop it on purpose if you'd prefer it...?:
:I didn't say that - I mean, if it's inconveniencing you you can, but if you want to date me it's kind of important!:
:It's not inconveniencing me! It, uh - just feels objectively correct? Because you're - really good in a lot of ways? ...I don't know if thinking that is the same thing as wanting to date you, though, I - don't really know what dating is in practice. I don't have a particular urge to invite you on a walk in the flower gardens:
:Are there things you do feel an urge to do? If you just want to passively admire me that is okay but not exactly what I was expecting...:
:I want to ask you to help me fix Predain, because you're the most competent person I know? ...Uh, that's probably not the thing, is it. I - want you to be around me and talk to me and want to talk to me and, I don't know, maybe I want - more than that - but the wanting-feeling is being really unhelpful at indicating what it's for:
:Do you want to... hold hands, tell everybody I'm your girlfriend, take me out to dinner and stargazing...: