17.Jul.13, 08:55 PM
Kira had put off coming home for long enough. Her sister would be furious. Her timing was skirting the 'barely respectable' range, and if she stayed out any longer Kimora would have her hide on some imagined offense of doing something to damage the family honor. Ha! The thought made Kira bitter. Her sister knew her fears of childbirth, knew that she would have nothing to do with childbirth. But there were other things her sister worried about that Kira couldn't fathom, and that made her particularly antsy.
The woman didn't even live with them any longer. Why did Kimora need to bother her so?! And father.... Her eyes shifted to the ground as she walked along, seeing the last of her neighbors entering their houses for a peaceful night's rest. Her father was a good man, but he couldn't and wouldn't stand up to Kimora. The man had been lost with the death of their mother, and had never really recovered. He worked, he smiled at them, and he expected them to adhere to certain standards of life, but that was about it. The first sign of spirit she had seen in him was when her sister had been proposed to, and that had blossomed into a focus on his younger, eligible daughter.
A sigh escaped her. What could she do except appear to bow to his will? His and Kimora's, and the rest of Telgar besides. It wasn't as if she had any chance of becoming a Rider, or of being able to join a Craft. Dragons didn't exist anymore, and she was a mere drudge from a family of them. It made her heart ache, but there was no cure for life.
She stepped inside the door to the shop her family lived above. Kira didn't have the choice of not going back home, not when her two brothers were depending on her to cook for them, and besides.... She had no place else to go.
A sharp sting of pain from the side of her head made Kira wince. "Kimora!" She gasped as her sister continued to pinch and twist her ear. "Let go! I'm back before curfew! I need to make dinner!" Her sisters anger and suspicion knew no bounds, especially when she was privy to Kira's deepest and darkest secrets, but this was too much!
The woman didn't even live with them any longer. Why did Kimora need to bother her so?! And father.... Her eyes shifted to the ground as she walked along, seeing the last of her neighbors entering their houses for a peaceful night's rest. Her father was a good man, but he couldn't and wouldn't stand up to Kimora. The man had been lost with the death of their mother, and had never really recovered. He worked, he smiled at them, and he expected them to adhere to certain standards of life, but that was about it. The first sign of spirit she had seen in him was when her sister had been proposed to, and that had blossomed into a focus on his younger, eligible daughter.
A sigh escaped her. What could she do except appear to bow to his will? His and Kimora's, and the rest of Telgar besides. It wasn't as if she had any chance of becoming a Rider, or of being able to join a Craft. Dragons didn't exist anymore, and she was a mere drudge from a family of them. It made her heart ache, but there was no cure for life.
She stepped inside the door to the shop her family lived above. Kira didn't have the choice of not going back home, not when her two brothers were depending on her to cook for them, and besides.... She had no place else to go.
A sharp sting of pain from the side of her head made Kira wince. "Kimora!" She gasped as her sister continued to pinch and twist her ear. "Let go! I'm back before curfew! I need to make dinner!" Her sisters anger and suspicion knew no bounds, especially when she was privy to Kira's deepest and darkest secrets, but this was too much!