Jem13
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Cinder had grown up in luxury. Her father was an affluent man who chose to live as one. In turn, his children had naturally done so as well. However, Cinder would not consider herself “spoiled”. Yes, her father was wealthy, and yes, he was powerful, but he expected his children to work for what they got in life, just as he had. Now, that didn’t mean that he would let his children go hungry. Nor would he ever be so cruel as to withhold vital alterations and other life dependent articles such as the newest electronic devices or latest accessories; their father was a cold man, but he was not heartless.
As it turns out, with stern determination, their father had managed to instill a few critical values in his offspring. Both Cinder and Jedd were hard working – they did not simply expect things to come to them. As well, they had never bore the sense of entitlement that they likely should have. That was probably thanks to their insightful and thoughtful father's commitment to reminding them of how weak and idle they were. He would also, selflessly of course, stress the point that it was pure, radiant luck that had put them where they stood today; they had never had to work for their position in life, no, not like their father. He built everything that he was. He constructed his life and wealth and power out of dust. Cinder and Jedd were simply born.
Thus, being out here in the woods, without any of the normal comforts of everyday life, was not as shocking of an experience as it could have been. But that did not mean that Cinder didn’t have to actively stop herself from lunging for the bags when Bell had mentioned a tent and blankets.
And after having spent almost a week now out here in the woods, Cinder was beginning to realize that Jedd was almost...too comfortable. He navigated the clawing branches and uneven ground with an effortless ease. Granted, Jedd had altered his vision so that his eyesight was nearly as good at night as it was during the day, but that did not account for his seasoned agility. He just possessed an easy grace out here that only came from experience.
Jedd had never spent a great deal of time at home – him and their father fought and tore at one another to the point where they would part mentally raw. Cinder had just assumed that Jedd would always take off too meet up with his dark, an often times, quite unapproachable friends. But now, after watching him track living beasts and then turnthem into their dinner, Cinder was beginning to reconsider.
Then again, that would just be weird. Nobody left the city if they didn’t have to. Why would you ever want to? What was out here that Skylarka couldn’t provide?
Cinder regarded Artemis now, “Do you mind?” she reached towards one of the displayed cans of fruit.
With a snort, Jedd helped himself to a substantial portion of the food that Reason had so kindly and selflessly delivered just as someone stumbled into the saint herself.
As it turns out, with stern determination, their father had managed to instill a few critical values in his offspring. Both Cinder and Jedd were hard working – they did not simply expect things to come to them. As well, they had never bore the sense of entitlement that they likely should have. That was probably thanks to their insightful and thoughtful father's commitment to reminding them of how weak and idle they were. He would also, selflessly of course, stress the point that it was pure, radiant luck that had put them where they stood today; they had never had to work for their position in life, no, not like their father. He built everything that he was. He constructed his life and wealth and power out of dust. Cinder and Jedd were simply born.
Thus, being out here in the woods, without any of the normal comforts of everyday life, was not as shocking of an experience as it could have been. But that did not mean that Cinder didn’t have to actively stop herself from lunging for the bags when Bell had mentioned a tent and blankets.
And after having spent almost a week now out here in the woods, Cinder was beginning to realize that Jedd was almost...too comfortable. He navigated the clawing branches and uneven ground with an effortless ease. Granted, Jedd had altered his vision so that his eyesight was nearly as good at night as it was during the day, but that did not account for his seasoned agility. He just possessed an easy grace out here that only came from experience.
Jedd had never spent a great deal of time at home – him and their father fought and tore at one another to the point where they would part mentally raw. Cinder had just assumed that Jedd would always take off too meet up with his dark, an often times, quite unapproachable friends. But now, after watching him track living beasts and then turnthem into their dinner, Cinder was beginning to reconsider.
Then again, that would just be weird. Nobody left the city if they didn’t have to. Why would you ever want to? What was out here that Skylarka couldn’t provide?
Cinder regarded Artemis now, “Do you mind?” she reached towards one of the displayed cans of fruit.
With a snort, Jedd helped himself to a substantial portion of the food that Reason had so kindly and selflessly delivered just as someone stumbled into the saint herself.
