Logs:A different person
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The usual morning routine leads to reflection, and acceptance. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rek/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Vig as requested Jo. |
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| It was a face she no longer recognized though she studied it through the clouded mirror. The same ink dark eyes, the same angular jaw and nose, the same full lips. There were subtle differences now though, she realized, trying to recall when last she'd bothered with a mirror. Thin, fine lines that whispered of worry, but also laughter. Faint yes, but there just the same. Fingers traced over the small purpling bruise over her shoulder, causing her to smile a little. It wasn't just the physical changes that felt strange to notice. It was the way she thought and felt about things now too that had changed. Who knew that facing her fears would alter so much? From the start she had wanted to be in the silver thread program, had waited eagerly for her turn to prove herself as a wingleader or second. To prove to herself and others, she could still be useful to Savannah. It all went to hell, naturally. From day one she'd fallen flat on her face. A disappointment, all around. She'd ruined friendships, lost her place in Savannah, and gotten into all kinds of trouble. She adjusted the braid to conceal another small purpling mark at the back of her neck. Starting to pull on her flight gear next. That it no longer mattered to her which wing, she was tapped into, seemed a strange thing to Edyis. That she no longer felt guilty for choosing Akluseth over the path R'hin had shown her was even more strange. Sure she missed it, missed him, and she still had her friends among the wingriders but it no longer felt like the only place she belonged, nor was it the same feeling she remembered before. They were just people to her now, not the idealized heroes she'd always believed in. She still cared a great deal about them, but it wasn't where her world ended and began anymore either. Taking a survey of the pleasant ache of muscle well used, she smiled. Tucking in her tunic, and making sure the seams were straight, as she grabbed the flight jacket already bearing the weyrling wingsecond knot and began doing the buttons on it. Things didn't have to go according to plan for her to be happy. She realized, no more than she had to be defined by the people around her or the wing that would eventually tap her, or even whatever rank she managed to attain if she ever did at all. She wasn't the same girl who had left Esvay Valley frightened of her own shadow. Nor was she still the ambitious little harper who always used to pick the lock on a particular wingleader's wine cabinet. But she was still herself, and Edyis discovered she could be happy with that, no matter who she became or what she managed to achieve or not achieve. Glancing back at the figure still passed out in her bed with a grin. She nodded to herself slipping past the sleeping brown on the ledge to climb Akluseth's neckridges. Yeah, She could still be happy with that. |
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Alida (21:04, 5 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Being 'happy' is still somewhat foreign to Alida...but she would *get* Edyis' musings...since they're somewhat her own. ^^
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