Logs:Shattered
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2015 |
| Who: Euphemia |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: A greenrider considers the future and the past. |
| Where: Euphemia's Halcyon View Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ka'ge/Mentions, Esraval/Mentions, Eidee/Mentions, Katriona/Mentions, J'ayn/Mentions |
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| She had no idea what she was doing. If she'd just continued to do as she was told, maybe things would be easier. But then, if she'd only continued to do as was demanded of her, it would have been sacrificing Zezkaith to a life of slavery. Zezkaith had played no part in all that had come before and didn't deserve to surrender what she had of free will; to be sullied by impure intent. ...If she hadn't sullied herself enough already by chaining herself to her. Sprawled across her bed, Euphemia held her hands up to the low glow-light and slowly tipped her hands back and forth to observe the pull of scars as she flexed her fingers. Tried to remember who the enemy was. Who her enemy was. ...No longer their enemy. They'd shattered and shaped her into a weapon, only now... How many times had she been told she was their heir? Their future? That so much depended on her? ...They were almost powerless without her and the others. She'd been afraid, once, of her father's reach. Now... if she was their heir and he was out of the way... Her mother. Her hands. Delicate fingers braiding hair. Rocks smashing bone. Remember, Euphemia. Write with the other hand, Euphemia. Script, Euphemia. Now print. Her enemy. How many sides could she play until she was found out? How many different versions of herself could she be for different people? She enjoyed being the silly, easy greenrider more than she should. It might only be a matter of months before she was found out by the weyrling boy and he realised that her orders were hers and not his; that she was taking her turn to pull strings and see what she could get from it. How old was she? Was she a woman now? Was she grown? Was the belief that she had her own agency now just another falsehood? Her father was so very far away. She was the one who had the power to change things. It didn't have to be the change he wished, or what he had planned, or even to harm-- --No. There was still a part of her that wanted to hurt. Her childish dreams of Zezkaith flaming Fort Hold and its people to the ground were just that, and not solely because her green would never attempt to harm another person. They were inelegant, vengeful dreams, even if the Hold should belong to... No. The Weyr had a price to pay too. She needed to be smarter. She needed to know what she wanted. ...She wanted her parents - her captors - wiped out. Her sights had shifted and refocused. For now, though, she'd play. See what the boy could do. See if she could use him to do what she could not. And keep Zezkaith safe and innocent. |
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Squishy (16:47, 10 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Ok, knowing absolutely nothing about Euphemia's character before this, this was incredibly fascinating to read.
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