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27.Aug.12, 01:24 AM
She hadn't quite imagined this being so awkward... Nor had she even dreamt she would be so loath to try and accept all of the hard truths her future- no, current- position would bring with it. Jada might not have the title, but she was still going to be held responsible for... knowing. She couldn't hide her head in the sand, she told herself... She couldn't...
"It's unfortunate he did." She choked out through a terribly dry throat. "I suppose I will have to learn by touch and go, then." She had been supposed to learn from Tsuen... Someone was supposed to be there for her, to walk her through it... step by agonizing step. Instead, the Goldrider was fumbling her way through it step by agonizing step, and doing a pretty miserable job of it, from everything she'd heard tell and experienced.
The breakdown of the (former?) Candidate Sanderon just a few days before weighed heavy on her mind, as did her conversation that evening with Talian that evening. So many things she hadn't known, hadn't realized... Because she hadn't let herself face the harder truths.She had satisfied herself with the surface, the greater needs, and not looked into the details- the human error that good will and necessity could bring.
"There is something, but I don't know how to ask it." Her hands trembled, and she pressed them together to hide the telling action. "I know Flights are rough, S'kef. Gold and Green riders alike. Very... Feral." Visceral. She had loved it as much as she had hated it, her mind and body at war with Krypth's demanding nature, and S'kef's dominance. "It is strange to me, however, that I hear so many little whispers about... riders being beaten up outside of their own Dragon Flights." She took away the color, for once or twice, the whispers had said... it wasn't just Greenriders.
"I'm perplexed, and confused." It was genuine. She wasn't accusing anyone... because even S'kef couldn't be that... needy. "Can you explain it? This isn't the kind of question I could ask a man like D'ren." He was so... fatherly. Gentle. Neither of which S'kef was, even on a good day.
"It's unfortunate he did." She choked out through a terribly dry throat. "I suppose I will have to learn by touch and go, then." She had been supposed to learn from Tsuen... Someone was supposed to be there for her, to walk her through it... step by agonizing step. Instead, the Goldrider was fumbling her way through it step by agonizing step, and doing a pretty miserable job of it, from everything she'd heard tell and experienced.
The breakdown of the (former?) Candidate Sanderon just a few days before weighed heavy on her mind, as did her conversation that evening with Talian that evening. So many things she hadn't known, hadn't realized... Because she hadn't let herself face the harder truths.She had satisfied herself with the surface, the greater needs, and not looked into the details- the human error that good will and necessity could bring.
"There is something, but I don't know how to ask it." Her hands trembled, and she pressed them together to hide the telling action. "I know Flights are rough, S'kef. Gold and Green riders alike. Very... Feral." Visceral. She had loved it as much as she had hated it, her mind and body at war with Krypth's demanding nature, and S'kef's dominance. "It is strange to me, however, that I hear so many little whispers about... riders being beaten up outside of their own Dragon Flights." She took away the color, for once or twice, the whispers had said... it wasn't just Greenriders.
"I'm perplexed, and confused." It was genuine. She wasn't accusing anyone... because even S'kef couldn't be that... needy. "Can you explain it? This isn't the kind of question I could ask a man like D'ren." He was so... fatherly. Gentle. Neither of which S'kef was, even on a good day.
