Logs:Tick Tock
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| RL Date: 20 September, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Time is of the essence. |
| When: Day 12, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Drex/Mentions |
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| Time always went by way too slow for Farideh. Desserts never cooked fast enough when she sat in the kitchen, a child still, waiting to devour them with sticky fingers and a gap-toothed smile. She was always too impatient to grow up and show the world what she could do, outside of short dresses, pigtails, and the Hold's staff; become the star of her own adventure. Niahvth's eggs hardened too slowly, when she was anxious to know what waited for her on the sands on hatching day. Long before they could even glide, she wanted to fly and escape. Now, time was moving far too fast. Her letter and Drex's arrival. Niahvth's flight. K'del's near death experience. Roszadyth rising, too early. It was hard to imagine, staring at her tired reflection in the mirror, that in weeks things would be all too different. She was skinnier than she would have liked, paler now than she ever had been since adolescence, and oh so tired. Dark smudges stood out under her eyes from sleeplessness, and while she tried to make herself look less of a mess, she often simply looked more frazzled. And she knew, dresses, with their body-hiding, voluminous skirts, would only last her so long. Already, everything was changing. Every morning the now-familiar wave of nausea greeted her, and throughout the day wasn't much better. By midday, she desperately wanted to lie down and sleep away what was left. Worse, Farideh didn't know how to talk to Drex, much less what to say. She'd already apologized more times than she cared to think about. He came back to the weyr drunk most nights. She pretended to be asleep if it was late, though her wildly-racing thoughts always kept her up past any decent hour. And, she had yet to tell Irianke. She knew she had to soon -- never mind how scared she was of the prospect -- before the other woman found out from some other source, if she hadn't already. There wasn't enough hours, enough days, to think it all through. Time was quickly slipping away. |
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Squishy (15:06, 20 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Poor Farideh.
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