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21.Mar.14, 10:24 AM
She was not a stupid girl despite what everyone thought of her and even how she sometimes felt herself. She knew she was walked all over for her kindness and how meek she came across because she didn’t always put the extra effort into properly knowing someone since that meant they would get to know her and find her flaws and weaknesses. She also knew everyone thought her rather useless and that if Aradissicath didn’t choose her then she would have been brought South for nothing but to be an extra mouth to feed that could barely do anything worthwhile.
Rhaedalyn was tired of it all.
The entire population was mourning someone and living in the mud like she was, Rhaedalyn knew that and accepted that; understood that. So why wasn’t she allowed to have a moment alone where she could cry and have self-doubt in a job she had never been asked to do before just like everyone else was going through? There was nowhere to escape anymore and even when the sun peeked through the clouds, the light didn’t reach her. Everything was in black and white, bleak and cold. A few minutes away to cry and collect herself was needed in order to get through another hour of the day and she had made the mistake of thinking Indivara could be a friend she could talk to. She should have known better; two of her closest friends were no longer with them and R’nya wasn’t himself with the head injury.
She was alone again and it was about time she acted like it once more. Rhaedalyn stared at the girl that was abrasive but still had shown kindness in the past but now, with her heart being closed off, Indivara was nothing more but another voice telling her how stupid she was. Her firelizards were given the briefest glimpse of what she was about to do and they clung to her or took off – or in Muffin’s case, continued to hang lifelessly in Rhaedalyn’s arms – in preparation.
Rhaedalyn didn’t have much height on her but it was still enough to tower over the petite weyrbrat as she got to her feet and stood proudly. “You are a horrible person, Indivara. Just because you don’t want to think about your losses or cry because you think it’s pathetic, doesn’t mean you have a right to yell at anyone else who needs to. It’s how some of us cope. Two of my dearest friends are dead, R’nya… R’nya isn’t himself, the Weyrwoman is dying and I have to step up and show I’m not as useless as you all think I am, and I’m in love with the sweetest bluerider that I probably can never be with that is probably off saving more people right now and I don’t want to be a burden to him either.” She stopped to take a breath and didn’t care that the tears had stopped and she was now trembling with anger.
It felt like there was more to say to the young woman that had pressed the final button but the anger that flared quickly was starting to fade as well. With a glance at Queenie, something else entirely came to mind and she blurted that out instead. “Also, your firelizards are rude little creatures. I don’t even care if Aradissicath eats them. I have a job to prepare for; excuse me.” Rhaedalyn spun on her heel and did her best to stomp away without slipping in the mud.
I wouldn’t eat these ones. Too stringy; they’d get stuck in my teeth. The gold dragon snorted as she slowly got to her feet to waddle after her rider. They didn’t have too many options when it came down to where they could go but Aradissicath would follow as far as she could and see that Rhaedalyn was safely tucked away somewhere.
Rhaedalyn was tired of it all.
The entire population was mourning someone and living in the mud like she was, Rhaedalyn knew that and accepted that; understood that. So why wasn’t she allowed to have a moment alone where she could cry and have self-doubt in a job she had never been asked to do before just like everyone else was going through? There was nowhere to escape anymore and even when the sun peeked through the clouds, the light didn’t reach her. Everything was in black and white, bleak and cold. A few minutes away to cry and collect herself was needed in order to get through another hour of the day and she had made the mistake of thinking Indivara could be a friend she could talk to. She should have known better; two of her closest friends were no longer with them and R’nya wasn’t himself with the head injury.
She was alone again and it was about time she acted like it once more. Rhaedalyn stared at the girl that was abrasive but still had shown kindness in the past but now, with her heart being closed off, Indivara was nothing more but another voice telling her how stupid she was. Her firelizards were given the briefest glimpse of what she was about to do and they clung to her or took off – or in Muffin’s case, continued to hang lifelessly in Rhaedalyn’s arms – in preparation.
Rhaedalyn didn’t have much height on her but it was still enough to tower over the petite weyrbrat as she got to her feet and stood proudly. “You are a horrible person, Indivara. Just because you don’t want to think about your losses or cry because you think it’s pathetic, doesn’t mean you have a right to yell at anyone else who needs to. It’s how some of us cope. Two of my dearest friends are dead, R’nya… R’nya isn’t himself, the Weyrwoman is dying and I have to step up and show I’m not as useless as you all think I am, and I’m in love with the sweetest bluerider that I probably can never be with that is probably off saving more people right now and I don’t want to be a burden to him either.” She stopped to take a breath and didn’t care that the tears had stopped and she was now trembling with anger.
It felt like there was more to say to the young woman that had pressed the final button but the anger that flared quickly was starting to fade as well. With a glance at Queenie, something else entirely came to mind and she blurted that out instead. “Also, your firelizards are rude little creatures. I don’t even care if Aradissicath eats them. I have a job to prepare for; excuse me.” Rhaedalyn spun on her heel and did her best to stomp away without slipping in the mud.
I wouldn’t eat these ones. Too stringy; they’d get stuck in my teeth. The gold dragon snorted as she slowly got to her feet to waddle after her rider. They didn’t have too many options when it came down to where they could go but Aradissicath would follow as far as she could and see that Rhaedalyn was safely tucked away somewhere.
