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Yes.

( it's simply said, as she sits. she feels a poorer host for it, but she's trying not to impose what she knows of culture here, and especially not on dolores, who has already been so kind. )

My country was occupied by the enemy after our surrender in a war. Unfortunately, major supply lines were either destroyed or so tightly controlled that things like fresh meat, vegetables and other non-essential amenities were often very difficult to get. One could acquire them on the black market at great cost, but I personally had no taste for the risk.

( no, she took her risks in other places, but never over sugar. )

Do you miss it? The farm.

[ As Dolores sees it, Mirian has already taken care of the water for the tea. She watches her as she carefully plates the cream puffs, discards the box, and takes a seat herself. ]

In a situation like that, I suppose you have to pick and choose your battles.

[ When asked about missing home, though... she smiles faintly. ]

Pieces, here and there. I miss my parents and how simple things were there compared to here, I suppose.

[ She's been off the ranch for some time now. And perhaps what she misses most is not necessarily something, but someone. The guilt over losing Teddy still lodges itself at the front of her memory bank. ]

( her answering smile is wry. picking and choosing her battles is what lead her to the emprine's death, in the long run. it took nearly a decade, but she still considers it to have been an action of worth.

(she's concerned, of course, about how things will play out in the aftermath. but the white iris had managed to either install trusted people in the vandian government or sway others to their side such that the power vacuum shouldn't devastate sal amast any more than it has already been. if only she were there and not here... but she can't hold to hope.) )

I'm sorry you're separated from them, though I imagine you're grateful not to have them here.

( the idea of having nehir or jaskan here, or even her aunt zubaia... perish the thought. )

Did you raise cattle, then? Or was it more an agricultural farm?

( they've hardly had the time to have an idle chat. she knows very little of dolores, and her interest is evident in the way she is leaning slightly forward, fingers tracing absently along the line of her collarbone where it terminates in the amputation. )

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