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25.Oct.12, 02:28 AM
Apari had winced as Lym told her that she’d make a perfect mother because she was gentle and soft. It was not that Apari could not stand the thought of a child… it was that she feared the touch it would involve. What’s more, is that with all of the pain she herself associated with touch, would her own touch hurt the child? Aparicus was as afraid to touch other people for the fear of causing herself pain as much as to cause them pain and make them angry with her. Touch and pain… Her broken mind couldn’t separate the two anymore. She’d once been able to as a child… but now? They were one and the same from too many years of abuse.
Even so, she listened quietly as she worked to the dark skinned woman speak of dragons and riders; men and women. Apari felt she had the right of it, thinking along the right lines that it was women who were needed by the gold dragons for understanding. But the anger in the woman’s voice unsettled the farmcrafter and she couldn’t help but feel the woman was still angry despite finally understanding that the rule for children was not much a rule as it was necessity since the men couldn’t carry the children themselves. And that confused Apari.
When Lym started talking about how the holds and halls were similar to the Weyr, Apari’s back stiffened and dhe turned to find that the healer had begun to walk back toward the Healer’s Hall. Setting down the small shovel in her hand, Aparicus wrapped her arms around her and looked around the Herb Garden as the Healer walked out of sight and the farmcrafter let her go.
Katila? No better than the holds and halls? Surely… Surely anywhere was better than where Aparicus had come from, wasn’t it? Aparicus was Happy at Katila. She’d gone two and a half full turns without a hand print to leave welts on her skin. Two and a half full turns without the pain of another person taking her unwillingly. The Healer spoke with venom when she spoke of the Weyr when all Aparicus felt was love and thankfulness.
No. Katila was better. Katila was safer. Katila was kinder. Picking back up the small shovel, she went back to work on putting the last little plant in its home. The Healer would see, surely. Just a little more time… just a little more time.
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Even so, she listened quietly as she worked to the dark skinned woman speak of dragons and riders; men and women. Apari felt she had the right of it, thinking along the right lines that it was women who were needed by the gold dragons for understanding. But the anger in the woman’s voice unsettled the farmcrafter and she couldn’t help but feel the woman was still angry despite finally understanding that the rule for children was not much a rule as it was necessity since the men couldn’t carry the children themselves. And that confused Apari.
When Lym started talking about how the holds and halls were similar to the Weyr, Apari’s back stiffened and dhe turned to find that the healer had begun to walk back toward the Healer’s Hall. Setting down the small shovel in her hand, Aparicus wrapped her arms around her and looked around the Herb Garden as the Healer walked out of sight and the farmcrafter let her go.
Katila? No better than the holds and halls? Surely… Surely anywhere was better than where Aparicus had come from, wasn’t it? Aparicus was Happy at Katila. She’d gone two and a half full turns without a hand print to leave welts on her skin. Two and a half full turns without the pain of another person taking her unwillingly. The Healer spoke with venom when she spoke of the Weyr when all Aparicus felt was love and thankfulness.
No. Katila was better. Katila was safer. Katila was kinder. Picking back up the small shovel, she went back to work on putting the last little plant in its home. The Healer would see, surely. Just a little more time… just a little more time.
{{Thread Closed.}}
