Rosana's expression softened montarily before she covered her arms, watching the fur recede. "Don't worry about it too much," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "It just shows the more alert and stressed I get. It's nothing to really worry about, but it's so type of curse on our family, cursing us to a beast tribe." Find your next read at empire
Ty, curious but slightly tactless, asked, "Why do you call it a curse? Because it's a pain to clean or what?"
Rosana looked at Ty, her expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance. "Wh…what? Why… No, it's a curse because we're looked down upon as being less than, and most of my family is in slavery or imprisoned for things out of their control," she explained, her tone revealing the gravity of her family's plight and the societal biases they faced.
Ty nodded, a sense of understanding washing over him. "I see. Well, I am sorry to hear that. Is that why you are in this Arena of Life to begin with?"
Rosana nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and resignation. "Yeah, if I can sohow manage to win or raise enough money, I could forfeit by the final three arenas and be able to fund housing for my father and others. And if I even sohow won, maybe I could change the ntality of us beast tribes being feral or less intelligent than humans…"
"Well, if I do have any leftover, I will send so of it over to you," Ty offered, his tone sincere. "I don't know if I will be here for the entire Arena and all of them, but for to get back where I need to go, I also need to push myself as far as possible. Possibly even winning the whole thing… but we will see, I guess."
As they continued preparing, Rosana slipped on a pair of thin leather gloves with a black tone to them. She looked over at Ty, assessing his capabilities. "Well, from what I have seen, I wouldn't be surprised if you managed to do it. You seem strong, but there is that guy from the 7th continent who is just unearthly strong—that's the favorite."
Ty chuckled, acknowledging Rosana's assessnt with a nod. "Yeah, I've heard about him too. Unearthly strong is putting it mildly. But every giant has his weak spots, and figuring those out is part of the ga."
"Well, calling it a ga is a bit of an undersell when it cos to taking soone's life, though I suppose," Ty added, his tone reflecting the gravity of their situation.
Before Ty could walk off to inspect the main terminal at the center of the room, Rosana placed a hand on Ty's shoulder. "What do you an also by you don't think you'll be finishing the Arena's?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Ty paused, his thoughts swirling. Should I really dump all my baggage on her now? He decided against a full disclosure. "It's just... it's hard to make it out alive, and for a prisoner, I don't have an option to quit. So I ant I probably won't make it far with being such a huge target is all," he explained, trying to keep it as light as possible.
Rosana lowered her head slightly, her expression somber. "I'm sorry, I see. Well, I hope if you do die, it is quick and painless, and may The Titan Goddess Amaria look over you in the afterlife," she said softly.
Ty nodded, his curiosity piqued as he was about to approach the central terminal with its intriguing design. The brief interruption by Rosana's ntion of Amaria had caught his attention. "Wait, who is Amaria?"
Rosana explained, a hint of reverence in her voice, "Oh, don't mind naming the Titanis, it's a practice from my father and his grandfather. They had her na written on old stone tablets passed down through generations, but the kingdom doesn't recognize any of them as factual since the king has never had a vision of her na, I suppose."
"I see, so in all the visions people have of her, no one has asked her na or what?" Ty asked, trying to understand the connection between the visions and their mythical underpinnings.
Rosana rubbed her head slightly, recalling her own experience. "Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but when I had my vision of her at 13 or 14, it was very odd, and I could barely even speak. It was too bright, really, but also really cold. I felt like I was in so weird room with a large line behind ."
"It went really quick, so it's all a distant mory, really."
Ty listened, intrigued by Rosana's description of her vision, noting the mystical elents she ntioned. "I see, just curious, do you know if in the vision or dream did you see a giant crystal or anything?"
Rosana paused, putting a finger to her chin while her ears twitched slightly—an indication of her deep thinking or perhaps uncertainty. After a mont, she shrugged and replied, "If there was, I can't rember. It is all vague except for the fact she stated she hoped to see again. But that's common among a lot of people I guess."
"I see," Ty nodded, his curiosity sowhat satisfied but still pondering the implications of her words. "Well, I am going to check out the terminal. I sort of want to see what it has; maybe it can be sothing useful for us or at least myself during the Arena."
"Sure," she responded, her tone indicating agreent. "I imagine it will have so neat item choices. The kingdom really loves to sell the idea of outside involvent, and the biggest is, of course, sponsors."
Ty nodded in acknowledgnt as he walked away, leaving Rosana to finish her gear preparation. He heard the sound of her buckling a utility belt around her waist as he walked away toward the center of the room.
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