20.Jan.12, 06:55 PM
Lymsleia had forgotten the taste of wine. While an apprentice she'd be forced to forgo that. And even while a senior apprentice she'd only had a few tastes here and there, a party, a celebration. But that was it. But now the drink flowed freely from container to cup.
The Hour was late,well past dark, and Lymselia had found herself out and about. The wine had come from someone else. Passing it off to her, had been a kidness. She sat down by the small fire she'd made. The fire itself was a merry little blaze, just outside of her little hut she'd built with her hands.
She felt the tears come-unbidden and and sought. Though the release was cathartic, Lymselia could feel herself shaking. She'd been snatched away, just like that. Outlike a light and awoken here. Here.. Katlia, her new home. She'd not allowed herself time to adjust.
The dark skinned young woman gripped the edge of the bottle,feeling her hand cramp with the forceful strain she put on it, Lymsleia let it go. The bottle wobble a moment and then settled.
She let the tears fall as she stared into the fire. It hurt to remember, it hurt to think. Vaan, Tyian, her brothers. Her biological parents, who had- abandoned her. Or had they, her father and brother both riders could be /here/ or they could be /dead/. Dead and burried or lost in the thing called between.
She took a deep gulp of the wine. It burned, going down her throat. Setting off a coughing fit when combined with the crying.
The Hour was late,well past dark, and Lymselia had found herself out and about. The wine had come from someone else. Passing it off to her, had been a kidness. She sat down by the small fire she'd made. The fire itself was a merry little blaze, just outside of her little hut she'd built with her hands.
She felt the tears come-unbidden and and sought. Though the release was cathartic, Lymselia could feel herself shaking. She'd been snatched away, just like that. Outlike a light and awoken here. Here.. Katlia, her new home. She'd not allowed herself time to adjust.
The dark skinned young woman gripped the edge of the bottle,feeling her hand cramp with the forceful strain she put on it, Lymsleia let it go. The bottle wobble a moment and then settled.
She let the tears fall as she stared into the fire. It hurt to remember, it hurt to think. Vaan, Tyian, her brothers. Her biological parents, who had- abandoned her. Or had they, her father and brother both riders could be /here/ or they could be /dead/. Dead and burried or lost in the thing called between.
She took a deep gulp of the wine. It burned, going down her throat. Setting off a coughing fit when combined with the crying.