Teal feferi?
was it wrong? was it really so wrong, that she wanted to change things? the way things had always been done need not always be, wasn't that true?
feferi was too well aware of the way things were, the way things had always been, even when she had only just began her legilacerator training. cases of the low castes suffering needlessly under the high castes, even the middling castes like her own. overinflated budgets. indentured servants who couldn't leave the relationship.
she saw it, and despite her best efforts to fight it, rarely got very far.
but, luckily, she was always particularly resilient. it made her smarter, a little more willing to fight, and a little better than her classmates. she was the youngest in her neighborhood to start drafting a bill, and the first teal in a century to go before the empress herself.
more than anything, feferi was good at making her point. she could talk anyone into anything, if she wanted, or at least a lot of people into a lot of things. it was one of the skills afforded to her caste, her level.
and it was hard, of course, would be incredibly difficult to begin, but it would be worth it.
she was going to protect them. the low castes, who couldn't stop stumbling headlong into trouble, and the mutated trolls who hid at the edges of society. keeping the golds who had excess psionic energy in close contact with voidrot-infected trolls, for instance, and in that way training them to be good engines.
use the cullbait to handle the cullbait, she said. the empress laughed, and she knew she was winning.
