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24.Jul.13, 02:14 AM
Wine. Lots and lots of wine. That was what Vee had consumes all through dinner and for some time after. She wasn't quite certain why she had decided drinking excessively this evening was a good idea, but it had started dulling the emotional hurt halfway through dinner, and she hadn't bothered to stop. Someone had taken her to her room in the barracks at some point, she had no idea who. She had changed into sleeping clothes at some point and had actually gone to bed. However at some point she had woken, got sick, cleaned herself up and left her room, needing the night air to try and clear her head.
She heard some people nearby as she walked, sounded like they were still enjoying festivities either related to the Turns End or the hatching, either way she made her way through, nicked a skin of wine and wandered off, only partly paying attention to where she was going. Halfway through the wine skin she started crying, her thoughts lost in the miserable mess that her life had turned out to be. True she had her son, but she had already failed at having a second child, failed at Impressing a dragon, hell the only thing she hadn't failed at were her chores. She was fairly depressed and upset with herself, so much so that she had not spent much time with her son that day. Now she was stumbling through the gather square on her way to the huts where the dragonriders lived. She had no business being there, she had no business going where her body and heart were leading her, but as she continued to take swallows of wine, her mind was far to gone between the wine and depressed feelings that she couldn't, or wouldn't, stop herself.
Before she knew it she was standing outside the hut she had almost involuntarily sought out. She had tears streaming down her face, empty wine skin in her hand, no shoes on her feet, and her cotton sleep dress clung to her form. She was an absolute mess and even in her drink induced state she was self conscious about how she looked for him. She backed away from the hut, nearly tripping over herself, turning in order to catch herself she spotted the brightness of a swirling purple and yellow eye. She sniffled and hiccuped softly and moved toward the eye, dropping down beside him. She stared at that great eye for several moments before covering her face with her hands. She couldn't even stand to talk to Ironth as she normally did, he was such a wonderful dragon, she hoped he knew that even if she didn't have words to tell him that at the moment. His rider was wonderful too, even if she didn't have the courage to tell him.
She heard some people nearby as she walked, sounded like they were still enjoying festivities either related to the Turns End or the hatching, either way she made her way through, nicked a skin of wine and wandered off, only partly paying attention to where she was going. Halfway through the wine skin she started crying, her thoughts lost in the miserable mess that her life had turned out to be. True she had her son, but she had already failed at having a second child, failed at Impressing a dragon, hell the only thing she hadn't failed at were her chores. She was fairly depressed and upset with herself, so much so that she had not spent much time with her son that day. Now she was stumbling through the gather square on her way to the huts where the dragonriders lived. She had no business being there, she had no business going where her body and heart were leading her, but as she continued to take swallows of wine, her mind was far to gone between the wine and depressed feelings that she couldn't, or wouldn't, stop herself.
Before she knew it she was standing outside the hut she had almost involuntarily sought out. She had tears streaming down her face, empty wine skin in her hand, no shoes on her feet, and her cotton sleep dress clung to her form. She was an absolute mess and even in her drink induced state she was self conscious about how she looked for him. She backed away from the hut, nearly tripping over herself, turning in order to catch herself she spotted the brightness of a swirling purple and yellow eye. She sniffled and hiccuped softly and moved toward the eye, dropping down beside him. She stared at that great eye for several moments before covering her face with her hands. She couldn't even stand to talk to Ironth as she normally did, he was such a wonderful dragon, she hoped he knew that even if she didn't have words to tell him that at the moment. His rider was wonderful too, even if she didn't have the courage to tell him.
