"There's some lucky ones who play as women," Lashan allows. Pragmatism and practicality are dear to her and she's never been terribly inclined towards adorning herself. Bright colors and fluttering scarves, and all the other trappings that featured so much in talk about daughter-sons, hadn't called out to her, so she hadn't thought that she could be a bayot for an embarrassingly long time. "And there are luckier ones who can just live as women. I'm sure you've seen some of those too."
Players like those Guts is thinking of come into the enclave sometimes. Most don't stay, not if they're young and healthy. Sisters live like reasonably comfortable if isolated common villagers, without a great deal of excitement, with plenty of dull work. A beautiful performer can aspire to a much better life, especially if they have a high tolerance for buttering up wealthy patrons.
"But there are also ones who aren't small and pretty and don't think they can even play as women. Especially if they're in some backwater and never even hear it could be an option." She ruminates for a second and uses her 'man voice', a good octave deeper and with slightly different inflections. These days she only puts it on when selling her work to brokers, so they won't haggle or draw things out as painfully. "Here, if I talk like this you wouldn't even know, huh? Not when I'm in armor especially. There's not always a way of knowing who someone is by looking at them."
Thistle, not liking the shift in his rider's tone, blows air and stamps. Lashan shifts her voice back and chuckles at the gelding. "Anxious child, aren't you? There there."
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Players like those Guts is thinking of come into the enclave sometimes. Most don't stay, not if they're young and healthy. Sisters live like reasonably comfortable if isolated common villagers, without a great deal of excitement, with plenty of dull work. A beautiful performer can aspire to a much better life, especially if they have a high tolerance for buttering up wealthy patrons.
"But there are also ones who aren't small and pretty and don't think they can even play as women. Especially if they're in some backwater and never even hear it could be an option." She ruminates for a second and uses her 'man voice', a good octave deeper and with slightly different inflections. These days she only puts it on when selling her work to brokers, so they won't haggle or draw things out as painfully. "Here, if I talk like this you wouldn't even know, huh? Not when I'm in armor especially. There's not always a way of knowing who someone is by looking at them."
Thistle, not liking the shift in his rider's tone, blows air and stamps. Lashan shifts her voice back and chuckles at the gelding. "Anxious child, aren't you? There there."