I went back outside and continued with my attempt at magic, but had no luck. Elena's interference got me too angry to focus on conjuration. With a tight jaw, a long sigh left me.
Elena's behavior was too annoying even for someone who had just recovered her memories.
Trauma is no excuse for being an insufferable cunt, and whoever says it is, they're plain wrong and probably a retard, I concluded, looking around.
"Young Halve," Shorvanna spoke up. "Why does Pokh'Orra find the word retard so insulting? She gets slightly angry whenever you say it."
I shrugged while sighing. "Why are you asking me? She's the one who has an issue with it," I replied without much care.
Words are just words. An empty stomach actually hurts as opposed to being called a retard, after all. Any other opinion is privileged, therefore irrelevant.
"Let's work on Abyssal," Shorvanna suggested. "We can get back to conjuration later."
