30.Jun.13, 09:35 PM
There wasn't much in this world that Ameris truly appreciated but when R'nya declined to shush her or give her the false promise that every thing would be alright Ameris appreciated it more than she could imagine or voice. Had he done so she would've stood and left. She had no room in her life for empty promises. Her absent minded fruit tossing paused for a moment as she lifted a hand to her face to wipe away an errant tear.
She hated crying. Hated showing the weakness that would bring more wrath onto her head. Her father hated when she cried or screamed and she had long since learned to be silent when he was in a mood. A mood.. If that's what you wanted to call it. The rages, the outbursts, the threats were nothing but a simple mood. Random and violent his moods were. She could only thank Faranth that A'mad always saved his moods for when Rislan was away.
How much did she tell R'nya? Did she spill the entirety of her childhood and teenaged years into his lap and allow the bronzerider to clean it up for her? She contemplated doing just that as she listened to him murmur to her of all the changes the plague had wrought. She knew about changes. She'd gone from happy and carefree to a sullen angry child when her mother had perished. But the change in her father was killing her. She tossed the idea of throwing her problems at R'nya out the window as she watched him calmly bite into the fruit in his hand. No, expecting him to take care of her problems would no doubt create even more.
She would tell him of the most recent problem, "Apparently he disliked what I had to say about the touching." Her voice was calm, even and without inflection but inside she cringed and flinched at the kaleidoscope of memories rushed about her mind. The first blow had caught her unaware, eyes downcast as she'd haltingly told him of her day. The second and third had landed during the cusp of surprise. From then it had been a whirlwind of movement and screeching as Mud moved to protect her only to be injured in the process. "Its all about failure and success, I think. He's failed at so much that it boils him inside when I fail," she said quietly.
She hated crying. Hated showing the weakness that would bring more wrath onto her head. Her father hated when she cried or screamed and she had long since learned to be silent when he was in a mood. A mood.. If that's what you wanted to call it. The rages, the outbursts, the threats were nothing but a simple mood. Random and violent his moods were. She could only thank Faranth that A'mad always saved his moods for when Rislan was away.
How much did she tell R'nya? Did she spill the entirety of her childhood and teenaged years into his lap and allow the bronzerider to clean it up for her? She contemplated doing just that as she listened to him murmur to her of all the changes the plague had wrought. She knew about changes. She'd gone from happy and carefree to a sullen angry child when her mother had perished. But the change in her father was killing her. She tossed the idea of throwing her problems at R'nya out the window as she watched him calmly bite into the fruit in his hand. No, expecting him to take care of her problems would no doubt create even more.
She would tell him of the most recent problem, "Apparently he disliked what I had to say about the touching." Her voice was calm, even and without inflection but inside she cringed and flinched at the kaleidoscope of memories rushed about her mind. The first blow had caught her unaware, eyes downcast as she'd haltingly told him of her day. The second and third had landed during the cusp of surprise. From then it had been a whirlwind of movement and screeching as Mud moved to protect her only to be injured in the process. "Its all about failure and success, I think. He's failed at so much that it boils him inside when I fail," she said quietly.