Difference between revisions of "Logs:Robes And Reflections"

Tucking herself away into a little corner of one of the Weyr's many caverns, Paige is sure that she'll get at least an hour or two to herself. Maybe a bit more if no one comes barging in looking for a spare chair or a table.

Her stitches are smooth, fairly even and decently spaced apart; she's done this before, mended, altered and pulled squares together to help make a blanket for her folks. She stitched and stitched, barely allowing herself a pause to think about something else. Because thinking meant that she would have to confront too much, the what-ifs and the trembling fear that maybe she just wasn't going to be adequate enough out on the sands.

She still couldn't figure out if she would stay or leave afterward; Fort, despite being a place that she's grown a few attachments to, just wasn't home. There were no letters from her brother, no demands from her sister; she missed those, in a way. The realization caused her mouth to lift a little, corners pushing vaguely upward into a small, if sad smile. But Teusath had deemed her worthy by extending the honor; surely, surely there was a chance --

Pricking her finger with the needle halted her train of thought; frowning, the girl hastily put the small puncture to her mouth before resuming her alterations. Perhaps it was best not to get too hopeful. She'd have less of a let-down that way. And yet, she couldn't help but to wonder - what would it be like to walk off of the sands with a dragon? To stay at Fort, to live at Fort? To read, to write, to travel anywhere and everywhere she pleased?

Putting her robe aside, she leans back into her seat amongst the spare furniture, sewing forgotten in the wake of all her worries and secret hopes. Her brother did Impress; perhaps she would, too. And, her optimistic mind continued, maybe - maybe her worries would then all be for naught. Maybe she could measure up. Maybe she could be what everyone wanted her to be to them. She just wants them all to be happy, the friends and confidantes and fellows.

Resolved once more, Paige retrieves her half-altered robe, stretching a little on her way back to the barracks. Whatever comes in the following sevendays, she must muster up whatever courage she has beyond her timidity. She can't let any of them down.