Logs:Caving In
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| RL Date: 30 September, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, Laurienth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ebeny tries to blame Laurienth for her behaviour with N'rov, but it doesn't really work. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, C'sel/Mentions |
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| There was nowhere to run. More accurately, there was no way to run (far), not with Laurienth half asleep and her smug satisfaction still a tangle of wires and dark paths that seemed to permeate every inch of her mind. It was Laurienth's fault. It was Laurienth's fault. It was Laurienth's fault. Ebeny couldn't remember bathing and nearly doubled back to the hot springs until the rawness of scrubbed skin and the chill of her hair in the cool air of the caverns registered. Dragging a hand through hair that now fell in heavy, uneven waves, she made herself stop walking to just anywhere and pause and breathe and... She had no right to be having a crisis about any of it. She wasn't some young, new rider. She'd trained him, for Faranth's sake, and-- Down that path led too many other thoughts that she wasn't yet prepared to face. It was Laurienth's fault. It was Laurienth's fault. It was Laurienth's fault. « Not my fault, » came the low, sleepy thrum of her green's voice. « But very nice. » Nice wasn't the word for it. She wasn't nice when she was like that. Laurienth made her-- No. She had long ago come to terms with the fact that that side of herself wasn't just her dragon. Impression might have tried to unleash it, and she might spend every day trying to deny and suppress it, but it had always been there. Laurienth had found her and latched onto it, and revelled in dragging it out of her whenever she possibly could. She didn't have to like it. Accept it, yes, but very rarely could she embrace it. Behind closed doors, C'sel had encouraged it and loved what he'd found beneath her carefree refusal to see the bad in the world. E'dre had told her more than once that he didn't mind it; that he loved her and understood, but she had never, ever truly let herself-- What had M'vyn called her? Whiny and insecure. He didn't understand. It was far better to let people hurt her and let them believe she was oblivious to all that she saw than to let herself get angry and fight back. She couldn't carry herself with confidence because too much else would surface with that confidence. It was only one of the reasons why she never stayed in the caverns after she'd summoned the courage to sing. She was afraid to be proud of herself. So, she accepted things. She was calm and composed and just that little bit out of touch with reality, until Laurienth-- ...Had she bitten N'rov? She'd bitten N'rov. More than once. She hadn't dared look at him before she fled, afraid of what she'd done and that he would mock her for any number of reasons she'd now handed to him. It was Laurienth's fault. No. The flight might have been the catalyst, but she'd instigated-- She couldn't tell E'dre. She wouldn't tell E'dre. ...N'rov would probably get there first, anyway. |
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Aleudre (16:27, 4 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
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