Logs:Or was it three-hundred and fifty-two?
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| RL Date: 9 April, 2013 |
| Who: Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Her state of mind, some thoughts. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny |
| Mentions: E'sren/Mentions |
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| Every muscle in her body ached. She'd pulled her heavy canvas bag out from her press afterwards and walked, tired and a little exhausted to the lower caverns from the bowl. She wasn't out of shape exactly, but she wasn't built for this kind of physical exertion. Not naturally at least. At first her intention was to go into the living cavern and maybe get something to drink, and then to spend time out in the sun and wind. But it was just too much effort to traverse across the space and through the people. Instead, she detoured into the nighthearth with its cooler atmosphere and lack of crowd. She sunk down into one of the oversized chairs and pulled the books out of her bag. Sabs had been looking over these same texts for the last seven. Or last two sevens. Or was it three-hundred and fifty-two? She didn't even know anymore. She pulled one of the heavier ones into her lap and pried the cover open and began to read. Was this leadership program really worth it? All this studying? Her fingers drew up to her nose and she squeezed the bridge. It seemed like all she did was worry about getting into it. « What if you don't? » Ghislaith's dark, throaty voice echoed through her mind, idly curious. « I don't know, I guess I think of something else then. » Sabs answered wordlessly, quickly. With confidence. « Something. » Confidence she didn't feel. Her voice had withdrawn, but the comforting creak of her mind was still there. Ever present. She had confidence for her. She could feel it in the way she stood steadfast behind her as she bent her attention to the words on the page again. It seemed like she wouldn't say anything again. But then, « I think it would be alright to take a break now and again. » She felt the amused flutter brush at her thoughts. Sabs drew a breath and didn't answer, but she did close the cover on the text and put it onto the pile of books on the floor. She drew her notebook with the quickly diminishing free pages out and laid that across her lap instead. The weyrling thought about writing something to someone, but she drew a blank. There wasn't anyone to write a letter to. Nothing she would want to write to someone else anyway. To have her worries and fears confirmed to another? In a letter? For them to read again, to show other people? No. With a discontent sigh she flipped to a page with a drawing that she'd always enjoyed. She'd gotten the light in the old man's eyes right. But she never did fill in the little details. Those were so important. She began to work on his laugh lines, the furrow to his brow. Some small ease settled over her. "Hey." She flipped the cover down over her hand, protecting her work from peering eyes. But then, it was just E'sren's voice. |
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