Tear's QuestionsIndex | Time Under Chaos | Player Characters | Tear | Tear's Hot Seat Questions Tear pours herself some oolong tea and curls her feet up under her. Her violet eyes glimmer with curiosity, wondering why people would be asking /her/ questions to begin with.
Your story is one of a loving family torn, of boundless sacrifice on the part of your parents, of the overwhelming influence of the Prime Minister of Amber, and most importantly, of the growth of your own prodigious abilities. For someone to suffer one of these would severely change a person, to suffer all three has shaped you in ways that perhaps no one could ever have dreamed upon your birth. Knowledge is your strongest suit, and experience is your weakest. And yet Isense in you a need to balance the first with doses of the second. If there is one experience you could have, that would encompass a single day in your life, with no consequences, what experience would that be, and why? Tear worries her lip and hugs her cup to her chest, “Umm. Well. Wow. Tough question.
”I would like to go to Tir-na Nog'th, I think. I'd like to see my mom and my dad. At least, how they were. I have etchings of them and Uncle Gloom's stories about them, but to see them. Well. That'd help me understand where I came from. And what I could have been. Maybe that would help me understand who I am now. Because, I'm not really sure. In my heart, I know that the Ghost City is just wish-fulfillment. You can't trust what you see there. But I still want to see. And I'm afraid of heights, so I guess the walk up would sure help me there. Heh.
”Barring that, I'd like to have one day where I decide what to do. No more lessons. No more getting yelled at. Just a nice day to myself. Maybe I'd spend it in the park feeding the swans. And eating ice cream. And then laying beneath an oak tree, watching the leaves fall, my head on someone's chest, their arms around me. Yeah. That'd be a nice day, I think.
That's not really what you wanted to know, is it? It seems kind of juvenile. I'm sorry.
Your mother was killed in revenge for actions Mandor's occupation perpetrated. Do you blame Mandor for this? Why/why not? Tear curls tighter in the chair, staring into her tea cup, “ Mandor? Why would I blame him? He just did what he thought he had too. Even if some of it is wrong. I don't even blame the people who did it, really. They were just… confused. Hate eats you away inside. Destroys the person you were. The person you could become. If it hadn't been my mom, they would have killed someone else. And I couldn't wish that on anyone.
”If I blame anyone, it's the people who perpetuate the hatred. My mother and father died because of them. I don't know why people hate us so much. My dad loved my mom. Enough to die for her. And they're not alone in that love. We all come from the same ancestors after all. How many centuries do we have to keep the hatred burning? The old generation needs to learn from their mistakes or my generation will only know pain. Why are they so selfish that way?”
Tear refills her teacup and hopes the wetness on her cheeks isn't noticeable.
You wonder about whether your mother still lives or not. Mandor must know, why do you think he will not tell you? Tear blinks at that and stares out the window, befuddled. “ Well. He. Do you really think he wouldn't tell me? I mean, of course he would. Wouldn't he? I guess because I've never thought to ask, I suppose. The Master knows best for me. Maybe my mother's very ill and he doesn't want me to see her suffering. But. No. She has to be dead. It makes no sense otherwise.”
She looks out the window, praying that this will be over soon.
Confronted with a carnival containing dance, food, rides, and companionship, which would you partake of first? Tear's ears turn several shades of crimson and she lets out a shy laugh. “Well. I can't dance. Never could. No one taught how. I see people doing it, and it's all very elegant, but my feet are too big and I'm too clumsy. So definitely no dancing. And I'm not good with people. Or rides. They both make my stomach flutter too much. So, I think I'd rather enjoy the food. Yes. Definitely the food. Pastries for Tanstaafl and a nice sample of exotic foods for me. Food is like sorcery. It takes so much skill and finesse to create different wonders. I love walking through the carnivals in Five Corner, sampling the different stalls. Rebman food is definitely my favorite. Their mussels are to die for.
”Oh. Sorry. I'm getting a little too excited. Forgive me. But yes. Food. Definitely.”
Released from the duty of answering personal questions, she returns to her books.
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