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04.Apr.12, 05:18 AM
She laughed at R'nd's reply, it was true that she held somewhat of a fiery temper when it came to her children. That he had picked that up already was definitely points in his favour. Was Volfetti counting points? Who knew.
Delicately she sipped at the wine as she watched R'nd carefully. His silence as he mulled over her words, however few they were, had been expected. Thus far she hadn't told anyone the reasoning behind Benden's name, instead letting the rumour of the wine-inspired name flourish amongst the weyrfolk. It was a rather private reasoning, one that would most likely cause her to earn some dark glares from those that called Katila their home. While yes, it was a place to live, it certainly wasn't a home to Volfetti. Not if one went by the saying 'home is where the heart is' anyway.
R'nd's words roused her from this peculiar train of thought. She had seen his lips moving but it seemed like an age until his voice reached her ears. Shaking her head she stared at the wine, had it really been that long that she was becoming a complete and utter lightweight? Frowning she rubbed her forehead, trying to focus on his question. "No… I was born and raised on the island of Ista. I never visited the mainland, even though I worked on the boats. Never had an interest really… always more at home on the ocean than the land." Her voice took on a somewhat absent tone as she thought back to the ships she had sailed on. She very rarely went on the fishing boats at Katila, after she had tried to escape there had been no solace in the little dinghies on the lake. The temptation to escape again had initially been too great and after that the boats were tainted with the memory of being captured and watched. Always watched.
The screech that brought R'nd back from his thoughts of the plague also brought Volfetti from her own. Reflexively she picked up her glass and took a sip, flinching as the bitter alcohol registered on her tongue. Unsure as to what she had expected she stood, walking to the edge of the kitchen to peer out at Benden. He was still secure, despite kicking and screaming. Sighing she returned to her seat, this time taking a larger mouthful of the wine.
"I'm glad then… that at least he won't be a dark memory for you, or a constant reminder of something bad." She said slowly. The thought hadn't occurred to her that perhaps Benden would dredge up ugly memories via his name, though it was definitely a relief that he wouldn't.
A silence fell between them, well, a silence of words at least, during which Volfetti began to fidget with the edges of her sleeves which almost covered her hands. They weren't practical for working, but being rather modest, Volfetti kept her skin well covered even in the hotter months of the turn. After a while she took a deep breath, still unsure on how to broach the 'silence'. "I hope… I hope this doesn't inconvenience you… We can leave if you have to do something." She offered, her thoughts drifting to the work they each could be doing to aid the Weyr. Her eyes dropped to stare at the wine, secretly she was as unsure and nervous as R'nd was about the whole situation, but she strove not to show it. She would be a strong mother, but how could she raise a child here in the secrecy of Katila?
Delicately she sipped at the wine as she watched R'nd carefully. His silence as he mulled over her words, however few they were, had been expected. Thus far she hadn't told anyone the reasoning behind Benden's name, instead letting the rumour of the wine-inspired name flourish amongst the weyrfolk. It was a rather private reasoning, one that would most likely cause her to earn some dark glares from those that called Katila their home. While yes, it was a place to live, it certainly wasn't a home to Volfetti. Not if one went by the saying 'home is where the heart is' anyway.
R'nd's words roused her from this peculiar train of thought. She had seen his lips moving but it seemed like an age until his voice reached her ears. Shaking her head she stared at the wine, had it really been that long that she was becoming a complete and utter lightweight? Frowning she rubbed her forehead, trying to focus on his question. "No… I was born and raised on the island of Ista. I never visited the mainland, even though I worked on the boats. Never had an interest really… always more at home on the ocean than the land." Her voice took on a somewhat absent tone as she thought back to the ships she had sailed on. She very rarely went on the fishing boats at Katila, after she had tried to escape there had been no solace in the little dinghies on the lake. The temptation to escape again had initially been too great and after that the boats were tainted with the memory of being captured and watched. Always watched.
The screech that brought R'nd back from his thoughts of the plague also brought Volfetti from her own. Reflexively she picked up her glass and took a sip, flinching as the bitter alcohol registered on her tongue. Unsure as to what she had expected she stood, walking to the edge of the kitchen to peer out at Benden. He was still secure, despite kicking and screaming. Sighing she returned to her seat, this time taking a larger mouthful of the wine.
"I'm glad then… that at least he won't be a dark memory for you, or a constant reminder of something bad." She said slowly. The thought hadn't occurred to her that perhaps Benden would dredge up ugly memories via his name, though it was definitely a relief that he wouldn't.
A silence fell between them, well, a silence of words at least, during which Volfetti began to fidget with the edges of her sleeves which almost covered her hands. They weren't practical for working, but being rather modest, Volfetti kept her skin well covered even in the hotter months of the turn. After a while she took a deep breath, still unsure on how to broach the 'silence'. "I hope… I hope this doesn't inconvenience you… We can leave if you have to do something." She offered, her thoughts drifting to the work they each could be doing to aid the Weyr. Her eyes dropped to stare at the wine, secretly she was as unsure and nervous as R'nd was about the whole situation, but she strove not to show it. She would be a strong mother, but how could she raise a child here in the secrecy of Katila?
