"Our children were in a difficult position before the fight," she answers. "Already being pushed into adult roles at very, very early ages. We used to have always have our boys painted up as war pups before they turned ten. I'd see them painted as young as seven, sometimes, if they were on the tall side."
To say nothing of the girls, or the children of slave-castes. She'd rather not talk about that. "It's taken a couple years to teach them to play. A lot of them still want to work, and we have an apprentice system for that, so no one takes advantage, but I like to think they're more relaxed these days. You have to understand, most of them have no idea who their parents are. The old regime took them out of their mothers' arms as soon as they could eat solid food."
"First thing I did was put them in small groups and told them to consider themselves one another's crew, or siblings, so they would look out for one another. War pups with the children of slaves, girls and boys protecting one another, that kind of thing. Trying to raise them up to get along together. I'll let you know if it's worked in another couple years, but I like to think so."
"But you have families together, sounds like? What about a school? We're trying to put something together ourselves, but it doesn't have to be a perfect system. You could get them together twice a day for stories and music and snacks and they'd get some entertainment and comfort just from being with one another."
She blinks at the friendly touch, and she's probably having a moment of 'I've just been patted by the god of thunder; I'd better record this in my diary', but to her credit, she recovers quickly. With a little laugh, she reaches up and gives his forearm a light squeeze. "I'll keep it in mind. It's always worthwhile to have someone in a similar position to bounce ideas off of."
Patting her pockets, she actually comes up with a scrap of fabric and a mini-sharpie. The former was obtained from her world's stores, the latter most definitely was not, but she carefully writes out her PINpoint contact information for him. (Too bad for Loki that he didn't catch wind of this; some woman giving Thor her number would definitely have amused him.)
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To say nothing of the girls, or the children of slave-castes. She'd rather not talk about that. "It's taken a couple years to teach them to play. A lot of them still want to work, and we have an apprentice system for that, so no one takes advantage, but I like to think they're more relaxed these days. You have to understand, most of them have no idea who their parents are. The old regime took them out of their mothers' arms as soon as they could eat solid food."
"First thing I did was put them in small groups and told them to consider themselves one another's crew, or siblings, so they would look out for one another. War pups with the children of slaves, girls and boys protecting one another, that kind of thing. Trying to raise them up to get along together. I'll let you know if it's worked in another couple years, but I like to think so."
"But you have families together, sounds like? What about a school? We're trying to put something together ourselves, but it doesn't have to be a perfect system. You could get them together twice a day for stories and music and snacks and they'd get some entertainment and comfort just from being with one another."
She blinks at the friendly touch, and she's probably having a moment of 'I've just been patted by the god of thunder; I'd better record this in my diary', but to her credit, she recovers quickly. With a little laugh, she reaches up and gives his forearm a light squeeze. "I'll keep it in mind. It's always worthwhile to have someone in a similar position to bounce ideas off of."
Patting her pockets, she actually comes up with a scrap of fabric and a mini-sharpie. The former was obtained from her world's stores, the latter most definitely was not, but she carefully writes out her PINpoint contact information for him. (Too bad for Loki that he didn't catch wind of this; some woman giving Thor her number would definitely have amused him.)