Alright, so I will admit that I already loved this fic even before reading it, because you -- you wonderful, wonderful person -- actually took the time to think about Kendra. I have been looking for a story about Kendra for the longest time. This satisfied all of my longings and gave me a few more.
I love that you really made her Native American -- it's the interpretation I personally prefer as well -- but even more, I love how you depicted her transformation, her fall in terms of a move from mother tongue to foreign tongue to silence. The language you used to do this was as dreamy as the dreams it depicted, dreamy yet incredibly precise, like Percy's ideal; it was full of absence, and an astonishing number of individual passages were representative of the whole, such as:
She was sixteen years old when they ran away together, and as she agonised over the letter she would leave on the mantel, all she could write with the strength of two languages and ten years of schooling behind her, was: "Forgive me."
or the passage where Kendra leaves the naming of their eldest son to Percy.
I loved more than the structure, of course -- Kendra's descriptions of nature were incredibly beautiful, for example, even as they gave insight into her mental state. In short, this is absolutely wonderful, and I will be coming back often to re-read.
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I love that you really made her Native American -- it's the interpretation I personally prefer as well -- but even more, I love how you depicted her transformation, her fall in terms of a move from mother tongue to foreign tongue to silence. The language you used to do this was as dreamy as the dreams it depicted, dreamy yet incredibly precise, like Percy's ideal; it was full of absence, and an astonishing number of individual passages were representative of the whole, such as:
She was sixteen years old when they ran away together, and as she agonised over the letter she would leave on the mantel, all she could write with the strength of two languages and ten years of schooling behind her, was: "Forgive me."
or the passage where Kendra leaves the naming of their eldest son to Percy.
I loved more than the structure, of course -- Kendra's descriptions of nature were incredibly beautiful, for example, even as they gave insight into her mental state. In short, this is absolutely wonderful, and I will be coming back often to re-read.