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16.Aug.12, 10:03 PM
Sasha hated this place, she really did. There where just so many things wrong here, from being stolen to women being broodmares. But this, this really took the cake. A beating, a public beating. What happened to fairness? Actually, scratch that. Fairness had obviously never been in play at Katila Weyr. It wasn't the beating itself that was the problem, it was the whole public factor. Was it really necessary that the victim of this brutality be mocked in public? They would already be in intense pain, couldn't they at leave be allowed to suffer without all those prying eyes? The public part of the beating had to be the worst part, or at least she thought so until she learned what the 'crime' was. A stolen northerner attempting to return home.
She had not intended on going to the beating, if anyone asked she would say that she feel asleep somewhere and missed it. But after learned of what was considered to be a crime worthy of this she changed her mind. Anger boiled up inside her, struggling to break free. There was nothing she wanted more at the moment then to march right up to the weyrleader or whoever came up with this and put their balls where their eyes should be. But she couldn't let that happen. In order for her plan to work people had to think that she was loyal to the weyr. That meant acting like she was perfectly okay with this. Just the idea was enough to make her snarl.
She really tried to look like she was fine with the beating as she walked toward the Gather Square. However, even with her best attempts she had to settle for looking carefully neutral for the time being. Only moments after she arrived someone, a dark-skinned woman that she had never personally met, began to speak. It wasn't as harshly phrased as she would have liked but this was probably as close to standing up to the authority as it would get around here. Then another woman began to speak, the young goldrider, appearing to try to be the voice of reason. Sasha wanted to sneer at the girl, she was no northerner, not after impressing that golden beast. But she restrained herself, people couldn't know that she wanted out. Yet she couldn't stand to let herself stand here and do nothing. In the end she shot Sanderon a glance, attempting to look him in the eye, and gave a tiny nod. It was quick and meant to be noticed only for him, but it was her way of saying that she respected him attempting to escape.
She had not intended on going to the beating, if anyone asked she would say that she feel asleep somewhere and missed it. But after learned of what was considered to be a crime worthy of this she changed her mind. Anger boiled up inside her, struggling to break free. There was nothing she wanted more at the moment then to march right up to the weyrleader or whoever came up with this and put their balls where their eyes should be. But she couldn't let that happen. In order for her plan to work people had to think that she was loyal to the weyr. That meant acting like she was perfectly okay with this. Just the idea was enough to make her snarl.
She really tried to look like she was fine with the beating as she walked toward the Gather Square. However, even with her best attempts she had to settle for looking carefully neutral for the time being. Only moments after she arrived someone, a dark-skinned woman that she had never personally met, began to speak. It wasn't as harshly phrased as she would have liked but this was probably as close to standing up to the authority as it would get around here. Then another woman began to speak, the young goldrider, appearing to try to be the voice of reason. Sasha wanted to sneer at the girl, she was no northerner, not after impressing that golden beast. But she restrained herself, people couldn't know that she wanted out. Yet she couldn't stand to let herself stand here and do nothing. In the end she shot Sanderon a glance, attempting to look him in the eye, and gave a tiny nod. It was quick and meant to be noticed only for him, but it was her way of saying that she respected him attempting to escape.
