[Rowena stands in the corner of the classroom, watching the blonde girl defend herself. She rolls her fingers over her upper arm, smiling slightly. Girls punching boys; Rowena's lived through several waves of feminism and 'beating up handsy men' seems to be a staple of every iteration of it she's found interesting.
She looks over at South - the real South. The Jorgmund doesn't seem to have much use for schoolchildren.]
Allow me to guess. You never were the type of girl to let others screw with you and the powers that be saw fit to punish you for it?
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[Rowena stands in the corner of the classroom, watching the blonde girl defend herself. She rolls her fingers over her upper arm, smiling slightly. Girls punching boys; Rowena's lived through several waves of feminism and 'beating up handsy men' seems to be a staple of every iteration of it she's found interesting.
She looks over at South - the real South. The Jorgmund doesn't seem to have much use for schoolchildren.]
Allow me to guess. You never were the type of girl to let others screw with you and the powers that be saw fit to punish you for it?