Logs:Fear Prohibits Growth
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2016 |
| Who: Silva, Zaisyreth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Zaisyreth knows Silva better than anyone. |
| When: Day 11, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| « You shouldn't be so afraid to return to the ground from which you sprung from. » Zaizyreth's soft breezes swirl within Silva's mind, comforting in their steady consistency, as they carry the scents of the savanna with them. It's the closest he can come to a hug for her, and though it lacks the physical component it is almost as effective. Silva kneels next to him, smoothing oil along his neck ridges and taking particular care to get every blue inch. "I'm not afraid to go back..." Except, Zaisyreth knows it's a lie, and Silva doesn't even manage to get the full thought out before Zaisyreth gently replies back. « You fear them finding out you are something different then you expected. You worry they will not love you, and that secretly they will be relieved you are no longer their problem. You fear finding out that perhaps you were so unkind to them that they will not care that you can no longer fully be one of theirs. » All said smoothly and without pity. He's stating facts as the rest within Silva's mind, truths that only someone who does share her mind could possibly know. « You will not be able to grow if you keep fearing. » "Look it'll just... cause trouble okay? Aunt told them I'm doing well and don't want to come home. Eventually she'll tell them I met a holder at some gather, and ran off to get married and like... that'll be the end of it. They'll be happy, we can trade letters, but it would be hard to go visit since I'm so far away, okay?" Silva's got it all planned out. Except for the fact that not a single bit of this makes her happy as a single tear gathers at the edge of her eye and slowly begins to trace down a cheek. It leaves behind a darker stain from her eyelash darkener, and when the tear drops onto Zaisyreth's hide she reaches up to scrub at her cheek briskly. "It's better this way. Besides. You love me, I don't need anyone else." With that sense of finality in her voice Zaisyreth lets the argument slide, but keeps up his gentle breezes in her mind, of course he loves her. Was there any doubt in that? |
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