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17.Aug.12, 04:53 PM
Lymsleia allowed herself a moment of peace as Jada hissed at her. She'd not been expecting that. "Jada," she said a calmly as she could. "We're all here, this is our home. I just wish more people could see it- that way, instead of lumping themsleves into Riders and non." she fought to control her voice which was shaking as N'gelt told her something that made her want to strike him, Rider or No.
"N'gelt," she spat. " I was speaking out of concern for everyone here." She inhaled deeply and raised her voice again, though she was more concious of the fact that the place was much quieter now that N'gelt had spoke. " Non-rider and Rider a like, our survival depends on each other. As I said before We all have wounded hearts and prides. I can only speak for myself... but I for one is glad I was dragged here. It gave me a chance to make something of myself! I miss the place I was born, I miss my siblings, but I am glad that I will be more than just a name in listing of namings in some Harper's collection of all those who perhaps went missing." she spoke clearly gaining more confidence.
"To attempt to escape is asking for death, but at least here we stand a chance of survival, her we may mean something more than just a healer , or a harper, or mining, a vinter or smith. At least while we're here, we're not someone elses's lackey because there were too many apprentices that year or too many junior journey, and we're looked at mediocre by our peers. Here at least can we be Masters of our crafts, and do things no one has thought of before!" she swallowed.
She glanced at N'gelt. "And I will not stop talking, N'gelt, these lashingd, public or private need to end. Someone needs to inform the leadership, that this is a hot pot waiting to just boil over. There is now an 'Us' vs. 'Them' here and it will rip everything the Tsuen and D'ren have built to shreds, because of it. So I will not shut up, I will not stop talking.." She gestured to Jada. " I may not have her... power,or her eloquence at times. But," she raised her voice again to adress the crowd. "For this past year, from New Years of last year to this one-- I've learned a few things, and one is to always speak my mind."
She made a mode towards Sanderon. " I was lashed too, for a 'perceived' escape," She told him. "By a rider, on the orders of the leader." she told him firmly. " And I am sorry, I didn't do anything to change it or make them listen sooner." She turned to N'gelt, " Instead of a whipping, why don't we try something new... I challenge you, N'gelt, to a knife fight." She said the words as calmly as she could. THere needed to be an alternative to these lashings, and if it provided a way for people to channel their anger so be it.
This pot could not be allowed to boil over. THe healer, knew it. The Leaders needed to be shown a different path. She was no mystic, no visionary, but she was tired of this--- spectacle. "Lets give these people something to watch... hmm?"
Lymsleia attempted to sound confident, attempted to sound sure of herself. But the idea had come upon her suddenly. "First blood, acceptable?"
She breathed slowly and looked at Sanderon, she hoped this distraction would work, N'gelt was in her mind bigger than S'kef and his use of the whip- that first crack, chilled her blood. She made the choice to care for Sanderon's wounds later.
Playing the Heroine was going to get her killed one of these days but perhaps it was worth it if made people at least look at the other road.
"N'gelt," she spat. " I was speaking out of concern for everyone here." She inhaled deeply and raised her voice again, though she was more concious of the fact that the place was much quieter now that N'gelt had spoke. " Non-rider and Rider a like, our survival depends on each other. As I said before We all have wounded hearts and prides. I can only speak for myself... but I for one is glad I was dragged here. It gave me a chance to make something of myself! I miss the place I was born, I miss my siblings, but I am glad that I will be more than just a name in listing of namings in some Harper's collection of all those who perhaps went missing." she spoke clearly gaining more confidence.
"To attempt to escape is asking for death, but at least here we stand a chance of survival, her we may mean something more than just a healer , or a harper, or mining, a vinter or smith. At least while we're here, we're not someone elses's lackey because there were too many apprentices that year or too many junior journey, and we're looked at mediocre by our peers. Here at least can we be Masters of our crafts, and do things no one has thought of before!" she swallowed.
She glanced at N'gelt. "And I will not stop talking, N'gelt, these lashingd, public or private need to end. Someone needs to inform the leadership, that this is a hot pot waiting to just boil over. There is now an 'Us' vs. 'Them' here and it will rip everything the Tsuen and D'ren have built to shreds, because of it. So I will not shut up, I will not stop talking.." She gestured to Jada. " I may not have her... power,or her eloquence at times. But," she raised her voice again to adress the crowd. "For this past year, from New Years of last year to this one-- I've learned a few things, and one is to always speak my mind."
She made a mode towards Sanderon. " I was lashed too, for a 'perceived' escape," She told him. "By a rider, on the orders of the leader." she told him firmly. " And I am sorry, I didn't do anything to change it or make them listen sooner." She turned to N'gelt, " Instead of a whipping, why don't we try something new... I challenge you, N'gelt, to a knife fight." She said the words as calmly as she could. THere needed to be an alternative to these lashings, and if it provided a way for people to channel their anger so be it.
This pot could not be allowed to boil over. THe healer, knew it. The Leaders needed to be shown a different path. She was no mystic, no visionary, but she was tired of this--- spectacle. "Lets give these people something to watch... hmm?"
Lymsleia attempted to sound confident, attempted to sound sure of herself. But the idea had come upon her suddenly. "First blood, acceptable?"
She breathed slowly and looked at Sanderon, she hoped this distraction would work, N'gelt was in her mind bigger than S'kef and his use of the whip- that first crack, chilled her blood. She made the choice to care for Sanderon's wounds later.
Playing the Heroine was going to get her killed one of these days but perhaps it was worth it if made people at least look at the other road.
