21.Feb.12, 10:56 PM
Lymsleia’s odd reaction to being stolen to Katila earned her a light frown, Volfetti’s slender eyebrows knitting together. “Perhaps. Maybe I only speak with those who disliked being taken from their homes. Misery loves company, or so they say.” She replied. Her frown deepened at Lymsleia’s talk of space, having come from a small Hold and barely listening to the teaching ballads, Volfetti knew nothing of their origins and the dark-skinned woman’s words sounded like myths. Shrugging it off she ate some of the crusty bread while she listened to Lymsleia’s origin story. It sounded quite lovely, then again, Ista itself was beautiful, so naturally one could draw the conclusion that the small islands around it were also nice.
“I think I remember hearing about Falen’s Hold. Though I was born on the eastern side of Ista, so I don’t think I ever travelled there. We tended to only travel to the eastern and southern islands, there wasn’t enough of us or our boats to spare a travel around to the western ones. Which is a shame, I hear they’re quite lovely in the summertime.” Taking a long drink from her juice she listened to how Lymsleia was stolen. She stifled a giggle at the girl she had been visiting, Volfetti knew plenty of girls that were exactly like that from her old Hold. Her concern about her mother caused Volfetti to tilt her head in confusion. “How come you don’t know if your mother left or not? Surely her absence would have been noticeable to you?”
Of course, it didn’t cross Volfetti’s mind that perhaps her mother hadn’t lived with her, that she might have relocated to the Weyr with her father. The concept was baffling to Volfetti, with her heavily ingrained morals, the thought of a child not being raised by its blood parents was a terrible idea, to her anyway. It had been how she was raised; her father returned to care for her as a baby when he realised he was the father, even though he shared no love for her mother.
“I think I remember hearing about Falen’s Hold. Though I was born on the eastern side of Ista, so I don’t think I ever travelled there. We tended to only travel to the eastern and southern islands, there wasn’t enough of us or our boats to spare a travel around to the western ones. Which is a shame, I hear they’re quite lovely in the summertime.” Taking a long drink from her juice she listened to how Lymsleia was stolen. She stifled a giggle at the girl she had been visiting, Volfetti knew plenty of girls that were exactly like that from her old Hold. Her concern about her mother caused Volfetti to tilt her head in confusion. “How come you don’t know if your mother left or not? Surely her absence would have been noticeable to you?”
Of course, it didn’t cross Volfetti’s mind that perhaps her mother hadn’t lived with her, that she might have relocated to the Weyr with her father. The concept was baffling to Volfetti, with her heavily ingrained morals, the thought of a child not being raised by its blood parents was a terrible idea, to her anyway. It had been how she was raised; her father returned to care for her as a baby when he realised he was the father, even though he shared no love for her mother.