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09.Feb.20, 03:46 PM
She hadn't impressed.
It wasn't surprising, though she'd been a bit sad about it, given the reactions and prods of the golds when she'd touched them August had known they were not going to be for her. That hadn't kept her from hoping and wanting while she stood and watched others do what she didn't seem capable of doing. She knew, of course, that she was capable. She'd been searched after, but August could help but think perhaps Brixith and R'kar had made a mistake and she was better off at home doing what she had started her life doing. She was feeling sorry for herself and she knew it.
She kicked at the piece of wood that lay in her path as she walked. She didn't know where she was going, only that she was walking. Head came up as the stick caught her attention when it hit the ground and she swiveled back around to pick it up. It would make a fine creation, she thought to herself as she hefted it in her hand. It had a good weight and her curiosity was piqued. Maybe she could find more wood to make things. It had always helped before when she was feeling down in the dumps and she was certain now would be no different.
She knew there was more to her sadness than just not impressing. She missed her family and she missed her son. Perhaps it was time for a visit and she wondered who she could get to take her to the hold to see her son. She had a mind to hold him in her arms and slather his face with kisses while he squealed. The image of her growing son squealing at her kisses brought a chuckle and a grin to her face. Yes, perhaps finding someone to take her home would be best. It would be difficult coming back to the weyr but she had no doubts that she would.
She sighed as she swung her stick back a forth beside her as she walked. Dark brown eyes scanned the ground for more and her mind was definitely not on her surroundings. She was focused on her prize, not on anyone who might get in her way.
It wasn't surprising, though she'd been a bit sad about it, given the reactions and prods of the golds when she'd touched them August had known they were not going to be for her. That hadn't kept her from hoping and wanting while she stood and watched others do what she didn't seem capable of doing. She knew, of course, that she was capable. She'd been searched after, but August could help but think perhaps Brixith and R'kar had made a mistake and she was better off at home doing what she had started her life doing. She was feeling sorry for herself and she knew it.
She kicked at the piece of wood that lay in her path as she walked. She didn't know where she was going, only that she was walking. Head came up as the stick caught her attention when it hit the ground and she swiveled back around to pick it up. It would make a fine creation, she thought to herself as she hefted it in her hand. It had a good weight and her curiosity was piqued. Maybe she could find more wood to make things. It had always helped before when she was feeling down in the dumps and she was certain now would be no different.
She knew there was more to her sadness than just not impressing. She missed her family and she missed her son. Perhaps it was time for a visit and she wondered who she could get to take her to the hold to see her son. She had a mind to hold him in her arms and slather his face with kisses while he squealed. The image of her growing son squealing at her kisses brought a chuckle and a grin to her face. Yes, perhaps finding someone to take her home would be best. It would be difficult coming back to the weyr but she had no doubts that she would.
She sighed as she swung her stick back a forth beside her as she walked. Dark brown eyes scanned the ground for more and her mind was definitely not on her surroundings. She was focused on her prize, not on anyone who might get in her way.
