Not that I know of... But there are many things beyond our small slice of the world, things we don't know. We didn't have a word for dragons, for that matter, calling them divine beasts.
[ And maybe they truly are that, actually. Their ties to the goddess are long established, and whatever one may say of Sothis, they know that she did indeed create the people of Fódlan. If those dragons are her children as well, it's not terribly difficult to fathom, bearing that in mind.
Their world is so very small in certain ways, and more may well lie beyond what appears on their maps and charts. ]
I can't say that there are none. Only that we don't know. Most of our people aren't literate, so word wouldn't spread all that well even if someone like you were encountered in some far-flung place.
[ But when she asks it that way... He mulls it over further, weighing the concern with a hum. Being different, being new, makes anyone anxious, even when it's for the smallest of traits. ]
Regardless, being as you are isn't a demerit.
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omg comes to wrap this a million years later im sorry
[Yuri offers her hope- the idea that perhaps jinba do exist somewhere in his world, even if people as he knows them are not aware of them. But that... That is not quite what upsets her about that thought. It is something else... and she does not know if she has the words to express it properly, nor the shame to keep trying to speak of her fears.
That if she were so selfish, and so naive, as to believe she could stay with him... to believe that she might somehow be able to make a life with him, live in his world with him... That being as she was would be a demerit. Not for her, per se, because she... She had grown up property as a race that was considered lesser and inhuman, so she was more than used to weathering insults and bearing disdain. But for Claude, no, for Khalid, who was a king, who would need his people to accept him and listen to him and not think he was some sort of... some sort of pervert, or degenerate, or... or something, somehow above marrying one of his own people, a human at all...
No.
She cannot say it.
Instead... instead, she lowers her halved gaze, and after a moment, her cheeks still ruddy despite her intent to banish it... She stands abruptly. Wobbles- but stands.]
... Come, Yuri. We have tarried here far too long, when there is practicing to be doing.
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[ And maybe they truly are that, actually. Their ties to the goddess are long established, and whatever one may say of Sothis, they know that she did indeed create the people of Fódlan. If those dragons are her children as well, it's not terribly difficult to fathom, bearing that in mind.
Their world is so very small in certain ways, and more may well lie beyond what appears on their maps and charts. ]
I can't say that there are none. Only that we don't know. Most of our people aren't literate, so word wouldn't spread all that well even if someone like you were encountered in some far-flung place.
[ But when she asks it that way... He mulls it over further, weighing the concern with a hum. Being different, being new, makes anyone anxious, even when it's for the smallest of traits. ]
Regardless, being as you are isn't a demerit.
omg comes to wrap this a million years later im sorry
That if she were so selfish, and so naive, as to believe she could stay with him... to believe that she might somehow be able to make a life with him, live in his world with him... That being as she was would be a demerit. Not for her, per se, because she... She had grown up property as a race that was considered lesser and inhuman, so she was more than used to weathering insults and bearing disdain. But for Claude, no, for Khalid, who was a king, who would need his people to accept him and listen to him and not think he was some sort of... some sort of pervert, or degenerate, or... or something, somehow above marrying one of his own people, a human at all...
No.
She cannot say it.
Instead... instead, she lowers her halved gaze, and after a moment, her cheeks still ruddy despite her intent to banish it... She stands abruptly. Wobbles- but stands.]
... Come, Yuri. We have tarried here far too long, when there is practicing to be doing.
[She must focus on what is far more pressing.
Making this form a boon instead of a bane.]