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16.Aug.12, 10:07 PM
Just when she thought things were going to, they actually did become worse. Were they all sharding insane? Lymsleia was making a complete fool of herself. Did she think the riders were going to just come over and say, you are right, we mistreat you all and you should be allowed to go home? Seriously? The smith was nearly overcome by the urge to tell the other woman to shut the fuck up. There was nothing at all pleasant about uprisings. As much as the Healer thought standing up for basic human rights was a good thing, Eolira was pretty sure things were about to get worse for almost all of them. All the Northern “Stolen” were going to be in trouble because of her opening her big, fat mouth and making this simple lashing example into something more. Maybe to some it was more than a simple ceremony by their oppressor’s to show their dominance over the weaker folk. Eolira resigned herself to watching the reaction of the people around her. She was slightly astonished some of the others were actually taking this all in and agreeing with the healer. Really people?
Eolira could see this all going very badly. When one challenged authority one had to be prepared to face the consequences. Having other people supporting the young man as a martyr was only going to make the punishment more severe and all this talk would have been for nothing. Did the others not understand what discretion was? The anger contained just under her skin all the time towards the dragonriders was very carefully concealed as much as possible. There were days where her workbench became chaos because she could not take her frustrations out on anything else. She was a smith, not just a pretty girl they picked up for the hell of it. She had purpose and she was going to cling to the thought her life could become much better than simply a girl they stole so they could make babies and have a future.
She was still paying attention to what was going on around her when she heard Jada speaking, obviously attempting to diffuse the situation. It might be too late. People were angry. As she had thought before, attempting to rule by fear never worked. It bred hatred which was only fueled more by the fear they wished to instill in them all. Eolira did not want to be here anymore than the rest of them. She was bitter about the whole thing but there were other ways to achieve the end these others wanted to achieve. All the wasted energy on the wrong pursuit and now someone other than Sanderon would likely be hurt in all this. They were making more trouble than they realized.
The tension in the air could be sensed easily. She wondered if the only things which would come of this example would be more restrictions and more work for the “stolen”. Eolira had enough to deal with without being forced to do more than she already did. She was not sure she would even blame the dragonriders, at the very least she wouldn’t leave them with the sole blame for her life being made worse. People like Sanderon and Lymsleia made it worse for the rest of them. No she did not condone lashings. Of course being taken against their will had been wrong, of course being forced to work for their captors was horrible and yes being kept more for the purpose of bearing children than for having any real chance at Impressing a dragon was nearly unbearable. However, it was bearable. They were alive. They could make the most of their situation and work a way out of it with more thought and diplomacy than any of her peers seemed capable of mastering.
As usual, Eolira’s face was void of emotion. She was an empty vessel when it came to emotions. The only empathy she might have was for herself and even that was less than she deserved. Walls were necessary for her to keep her anger under control. Of all the emotions she might feel the only one that came easily and almost unbidden was anger. She had nothing to be happy about here. Even in the smithy she had to deal with men treating her as just a woman, never acknowledging her talent or her brilliance. Perhaps she over-esteemed herself? Shaking herself out of her own head. Nah, she did not and would not believe herself to be anything but talented. The dragonriders could take away her home, her looks, her work but they could never take away her independent soul. She would be free, one way or another but it was a matter of time. Time was something she had plenty of.
Eolira could see this all going very badly. When one challenged authority one had to be prepared to face the consequences. Having other people supporting the young man as a martyr was only going to make the punishment more severe and all this talk would have been for nothing. Did the others not understand what discretion was? The anger contained just under her skin all the time towards the dragonriders was very carefully concealed as much as possible. There were days where her workbench became chaos because she could not take her frustrations out on anything else. She was a smith, not just a pretty girl they picked up for the hell of it. She had purpose and she was going to cling to the thought her life could become much better than simply a girl they stole so they could make babies and have a future.
She was still paying attention to what was going on around her when she heard Jada speaking, obviously attempting to diffuse the situation. It might be too late. People were angry. As she had thought before, attempting to rule by fear never worked. It bred hatred which was only fueled more by the fear they wished to instill in them all. Eolira did not want to be here anymore than the rest of them. She was bitter about the whole thing but there were other ways to achieve the end these others wanted to achieve. All the wasted energy on the wrong pursuit and now someone other than Sanderon would likely be hurt in all this. They were making more trouble than they realized.
The tension in the air could be sensed easily. She wondered if the only things which would come of this example would be more restrictions and more work for the “stolen”. Eolira had enough to deal with without being forced to do more than she already did. She was not sure she would even blame the dragonriders, at the very least she wouldn’t leave them with the sole blame for her life being made worse. People like Sanderon and Lymsleia made it worse for the rest of them. No she did not condone lashings. Of course being taken against their will had been wrong, of course being forced to work for their captors was horrible and yes being kept more for the purpose of bearing children than for having any real chance at Impressing a dragon was nearly unbearable. However, it was bearable. They were alive. They could make the most of their situation and work a way out of it with more thought and diplomacy than any of her peers seemed capable of mastering.
As usual, Eolira’s face was void of emotion. She was an empty vessel when it came to emotions. The only empathy she might have was for herself and even that was less than she deserved. Walls were necessary for her to keep her anger under control. Of all the emotions she might feel the only one that came easily and almost unbidden was anger. She had nothing to be happy about here. Even in the smithy she had to deal with men treating her as just a woman, never acknowledging her talent or her brilliance. Perhaps she over-esteemed herself? Shaking herself out of her own head. Nah, she did not and would not believe herself to be anything but talented. The dragonriders could take away her home, her looks, her work but they could never take away her independent soul. She would be free, one way or another but it was a matter of time. Time was something she had plenty of.
