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19.Nov.16, 10:48 PM
The silence was deafening. A screeched nothing clawed at her ears, her breath stolen by icy fingers as they ripped sound from her lips, and drew it out in a single exhale. One. There may be nothing on the other side of this. There may be nothing to her future. Two. What if they didn't return on the other side? Her hands clenched the belts which held her in tighter, knuckles poking against her skin painfully even though she didn't dare release her hold. Did she dare to breath again? Three. This had to be taking too long! Fear made her teeth grit together and her stomach churn into twisted knots. Four...four, no, not four.
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A whimper parted her lips before her eyes blinked open, body still from its inability to fully comprehend that she was awake. Even the bit of light which filtered through the glow basket seemed surreal. This was reality though, and before had been the dream. Einin coaxed herself back to a semblance of normalcy with that thought, that knowledge, before finally attempting to move. If she could just make some part of her body bend to the will of her mind then maybe she could convince herself. A moment passed, and then another, and at long last her big toe twitched up, then down, and a relieved sigh broke the silence.
Little by little she worked her muscles and ligaments: ankle making a circle, knee bending, spine twisting to move her body upward, arms and hands moving to push herself up into a sitting position. Though her mind still reeled it finally had slowed enough that she could nod to herself and admit that perhaps this change was more than just a little shock. It was one thing to move away from the only place you had known, and quite another to experience Weyr life for the first time, including the terrifying experience of between, in less than a month. Weariness had chased her to an early bed that particular evening as soon as lessons and chores would permit it, but even there, apparently she was incapable of escaping the culture shock.
A laugh bubbled up as she tousled her hair, shaking her head at her own ridiculousness. Come on Einin, you can handle this. Just get out of bed. Swallowing down the lump that clung to her throat, she slipped out of the covers which had begun to tangle around her legs, and back into her clothes instead. From there it was just a random choice between which halls to take, which turns and twists, getting lost happily in the newness and unknown for once. Everywhere she went brought something she hadn't seen before, and little by little that turned into a good thing as her heart lightened. By some miracle she eventually ended up in the dining hall, the smell of food luring her in with a siren's call and promises of a better night than had been her day.
So it's evening, probably after dinner. At least I don't have to face the full force of it. One step at a time, right?
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A whimper parted her lips before her eyes blinked open, body still from its inability to fully comprehend that she was awake. Even the bit of light which filtered through the glow basket seemed surreal. This was reality though, and before had been the dream. Einin coaxed herself back to a semblance of normalcy with that thought, that knowledge, before finally attempting to move. If she could just make some part of her body bend to the will of her mind then maybe she could convince herself. A moment passed, and then another, and at long last her big toe twitched up, then down, and a relieved sigh broke the silence.
Little by little she worked her muscles and ligaments: ankle making a circle, knee bending, spine twisting to move her body upward, arms and hands moving to push herself up into a sitting position. Though her mind still reeled it finally had slowed enough that she could nod to herself and admit that perhaps this change was more than just a little shock. It was one thing to move away from the only place you had known, and quite another to experience Weyr life for the first time, including the terrifying experience of between, in less than a month. Weariness had chased her to an early bed that particular evening as soon as lessons and chores would permit it, but even there, apparently she was incapable of escaping the culture shock.
A laugh bubbled up as she tousled her hair, shaking her head at her own ridiculousness. Come on Einin, you can handle this. Just get out of bed. Swallowing down the lump that clung to her throat, she slipped out of the covers which had begun to tangle around her legs, and back into her clothes instead. From there it was just a random choice between which halls to take, which turns and twists, getting lost happily in the newness and unknown for once. Everywhere she went brought something she hadn't seen before, and little by little that turned into a good thing as her heart lightened. By some miracle she eventually ended up in the dining hall, the smell of food luring her in with a siren's call and promises of a better night than had been her day.
So it's evening, probably after dinner. At least I don't have to face the full force of it. One step at a time, right?
