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17.Apr.13, 10:23 PM
Peorray wasn't easy to knock off her feet, so it was with some surprise that she stumbled back in the wake of Tsuen's passage before catching her balance. Of course, that reaction could also be simple self-preservation- the Weyrwoman's shrieks were deafening and spine-chillingly wrong in a way that had the gold candidate's stomach twisting anxiously. The woman looked wild and out of control. Who wouldn't automatically move away from that?
She turned to keep her eyes on Tsuen, shifting from foot to foot as her body demanded action, to make the trouble stop, and her mind tried to overrule it. At this point, the woman was beyond reason. And if she needed physically subdued, that was nothing the men around her couldn't do. She'd disappointed R'nya just be being here and she could just imagine his reaction should she try to intervene and get hurt in the process.
And to think she'd just begun thinking that this execution wouldn't be so bad as she'd thought. A man would die, yes, and there was the keen of his poor beast to brace for, but a drop Between was a relatively clean death compared to-
a knife in the ribs, blood pouring out... Peorray stilled abruptly as two thoughts tried to entangle, her expression blank and mouth pressed into a grim line. Between the grief and her kidnapping, she hadn't had much time to dwell on the man who'd killed Dederon. But there had definitely been anger there, at the person who'd taken a beloved husband away. Would she have shown Tsuen's emotion if she'd had to meet the bastard? Be shrieking for his blood?
Probably yes. But she rather thought there'd have been friends and family enough around to stop her until the feeling passed, and would have been grateful for it. But who did the Weyrwoman of Katila have to do the same for her now?
She turned to keep her eyes on Tsuen, shifting from foot to foot as her body demanded action, to make the trouble stop, and her mind tried to overrule it. At this point, the woman was beyond reason. And if she needed physically subdued, that was nothing the men around her couldn't do. She'd disappointed R'nya just be being here and she could just imagine his reaction should she try to intervene and get hurt in the process.
And to think she'd just begun thinking that this execution wouldn't be so bad as she'd thought. A man would die, yes, and there was the keen of his poor beast to brace for, but a drop Between was a relatively clean death compared to-
a knife in the ribs, blood pouring out... Peorray stilled abruptly as two thoughts tried to entangle, her expression blank and mouth pressed into a grim line. Between the grief and her kidnapping, she hadn't had much time to dwell on the man who'd killed Dederon. But there had definitely been anger there, at the person who'd taken a beloved husband away. Would she have shown Tsuen's emotion if she'd had to meet the bastard? Be shrieking for his blood?
Probably yes. But she rather thought there'd have been friends and family enough around to stop her until the feeling passed, and would have been grateful for it. But who did the Weyrwoman of Katila have to do the same for her now?
