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26.Aug.13, 06:07 AM
It was only a matter of time before Stubborn's friendship with Flit caused trouble for her. Ravana had forgotten that as weeks passed into months and her and S'kef had struck up a cordial, if very careful and distant almost-friendship. She didn't fear him quite as much and was even debating offering her help with the paperwork that leading a weyr this size should generate.
She wrote such in the letter to her son she was currently working on. Not the friends part, but about her feeling that she could convince him that she could better serve the weyr by doing paperwork than as T'rel's whipping girl. She signed the letter and was standing to carry it to her hiding place for it when she heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was B'run with Berani, though he was very early, she called softly, "Come in!"
Her letter was in hand, Ravana turning when she heard Stubborn's chirps of excitement. S'kef stood in her hut. Ravana froze. Why was S'kef here? Her hut seemed smaller with him in it. Ravana back up to her desk, setting the parchment with the letter for her son on it and reaching to carefully flip over a project she'd been working on, turning the bit of art face down on his desk. "Weyrleader. What are you doing here?"
She saw then the box he carried and paled. How did he find it? How had he pulled it from her hut without her seeing it? Then it hit her what was in the box. Everything. She sat, abruptly, on the ground. She was screwed in so very many ways. S'kef...Wait why was he here? Why hadn't he called her to his hut for a lashing. Why was he here on her ground?
Ravana had been honest in those letters to her son. She'd spoke of her hatred of the dissension in the weyr and the fact that she seemed to be expected to be rebelling too and didn't know why other than that B'run had joined the rebellion. Her longing to go home and her recent knowledge that Shanith could buck Nirinath's commands if she wanted to badly enough. She'd spoke of the night that she was lashed and that she'd been expecting it from the moment B'run had spoke out and that she hadn't meant to call S'kef a bully...and her regret that she'd yet to apologize for that.
She'd spoken also of the rebellion's plans and her role in them, reluctant as it was. She'd never instigated anything, had refused to use Flit against the weyrleader and caught hell for it, but she had done enough. She was so utterly screwed. So completely and utterly screwed.
Ravana looked up, way up, at S'kef. "Am I in public lashing trouble, private lashing trouble or worse?" She frowned then. "And why would you care about my personal correspondance anyways?" She was boring and useless. Sure she had ties to the rebellion but so did most of the weyr.
[Edited as per a writer's request]
She wrote such in the letter to her son she was currently working on. Not the friends part, but about her feeling that she could convince him that she could better serve the weyr by doing paperwork than as T'rel's whipping girl. She signed the letter and was standing to carry it to her hiding place for it when she heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was B'run with Berani, though he was very early, she called softly, "Come in!"
Her letter was in hand, Ravana turning when she heard Stubborn's chirps of excitement. S'kef stood in her hut. Ravana froze. Why was S'kef here? Her hut seemed smaller with him in it. Ravana back up to her desk, setting the parchment with the letter for her son on it and reaching to carefully flip over a project she'd been working on, turning the bit of art face down on his desk. "Weyrleader. What are you doing here?"
She saw then the box he carried and paled. How did he find it? How had he pulled it from her hut without her seeing it? Then it hit her what was in the box. Everything. She sat, abruptly, on the ground. She was screwed in so very many ways. S'kef...Wait why was he here? Why hadn't he called her to his hut for a lashing. Why was he here on her ground?
Ravana had been honest in those letters to her son. She'd spoke of her hatred of the dissension in the weyr and the fact that she seemed to be expected to be rebelling too and didn't know why other than that B'run had joined the rebellion. Her longing to go home and her recent knowledge that Shanith could buck Nirinath's commands if she wanted to badly enough. She'd spoke of the night that she was lashed and that she'd been expecting it from the moment B'run had spoke out and that she hadn't meant to call S'kef a bully...and her regret that she'd yet to apologize for that.
She'd spoken also of the rebellion's plans and her role in them, reluctant as it was. She'd never instigated anything, had refused to use Flit against the weyrleader and caught hell for it, but she had done enough. She was so utterly screwed. So completely and utterly screwed.
Ravana looked up, way up, at S'kef. "Am I in public lashing trouble, private lashing trouble or worse?" She frowned then. "And why would you care about my personal correspondance anyways?" She was boring and useless. Sure she had ties to the rebellion but so did most of the weyr.
[Edited as per a writer's request]
