[August Prompt] Who Cares?

1. It’s not that deep; it’s simply entertainment

Spite didn’t really understand theater.

Maybe it was her upbringing—her people were so desperate for survival, so worried about their ability to cling to their lives and their land that they didn’t have much time to foster a thriving arts community. Especially for a warrior like Aspid, plays simply were not worth the limited time she had each day. There was training to do and magic to perfect. Even if there had been summer theater, she never would have attended.

Since leaving her birthplace behind, Spite’s opinion really hadn’t changed much. She wasn’t fond of the spectacle around the Namarast towns she visited—why so many would choose to devote their time, effort, and money to reciting rehearsed words on a stage was beyond her, and she simply didn’t care to pay them any attention. She only caught glimpses of performances as she passed through a busy town square on her way to somewhere else, and thus, only caught a few words here and there. What little she knew of the politics in the plays, she had learned from the posters tacked up around message boards- comedies, drama, and a weird number of plays depicting Great Hunts. Nothing like reliving a major tragedy to really bring a town together, huh?

Spite ultimately didn’t care what the plays depicted. Mages or nonmages, Namarast’s royalty or common townsfolk—she wasn’t going to pay them any mind either way. Whatever people wasted their time watching was beyond her. She had more important tasks in mind, her very survival always being tenuous at best. It didn’t matter to her if the crowds wept at the tragic end of some fictional hero or laughed at the latest comedy, so long as no one bothered her or Marius on their search for work. She never bothered to stop long enough to watch the summer theater.