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26.Aug.12, 01:59 AM
Seeing him turn slightly, but not move any closer let Aparicus manage to get a small hold on her nerves. Gathering them up, much like she gathered the flowers now, she took a moment to actually look at who she had unknowningly stormed in on. The young man, a few turns younger than herself, was bandaged at his wrists as well as a large portion of his torso covering most of his back. What little area of his back wasn’t bandaged she could see angry red lines that would probably scar.
Lashings… He was the boy they lashed… she thought, her face paling a little as she brought her eyes carefully back down to her flowers. Gathering the last into her hands, she stood and put the pile onto the small table before carefully brushing her patched skirt that hung down to her ankles.
“Thank you.” She replied back, before blushing slightly realizing a second thank-you might sound confusing. “For saying they are pretty, I mean.” Carefully she dumped the dying ones from the vase before beginning to pick and choose which one’s she’d leave here in an arrangement that might be pleasing to the eyes and good to smell as well.
“And you’re welcome. I enjoy bringing a little bit of beauty to places that sometime’s aren’t the happiest.” As she spoke she remembered her own past. If the cothold would have had a healer on site, she might have been there full time. As it was, the healer was only called when her own pain was the worst, and even then she was cursed for wasting her cotholder’s marks. In the end, it had only taught her to believe that healers brought unhappiness as much as she had learned that human touch brought pain.
And here this young man… he was a picture perfect example that no matter where she managed to fly to on broken wings, she’d never be completely safe from either. Of course, she’d give up her own life a hundred times to still make the same choice she had that night – to come to the Weyr. Even with the reminders that she needed to keep her guard up and that she wasn’t completely safe… it was still far better than even a good, quiet day at the Cothold had been.
Adding a pretty purple flower to the slowly growing arrangement, she adjusted where they all sat before smiling ever so slightly. They really are pretty flowers, aren’t they? For some reason, it warmed her heart and calmed her nerves more than she would have expected in the presence of the man she’d been so carefully avoiding to hear that he thought they were pretty too.
“If you would like, I can bring you fresh flowers every day. So you always have something pretty to look at while you are here…” she offered, her eyes still upon the flowers with that soft smile on her lips. Of course, her back was still very close to the wall so he wouldn’t be behind her, but rather at the edge of her vision, but it could be seen that after the initial shock, she was calmer. At least for the moment.
Lashings… He was the boy they lashed… she thought, her face paling a little as she brought her eyes carefully back down to her flowers. Gathering the last into her hands, she stood and put the pile onto the small table before carefully brushing her patched skirt that hung down to her ankles.
“Thank you.” She replied back, before blushing slightly realizing a second thank-you might sound confusing. “For saying they are pretty, I mean.” Carefully she dumped the dying ones from the vase before beginning to pick and choose which one’s she’d leave here in an arrangement that might be pleasing to the eyes and good to smell as well.
“And you’re welcome. I enjoy bringing a little bit of beauty to places that sometime’s aren’t the happiest.” As she spoke she remembered her own past. If the cothold would have had a healer on site, she might have been there full time. As it was, the healer was only called when her own pain was the worst, and even then she was cursed for wasting her cotholder’s marks. In the end, it had only taught her to believe that healers brought unhappiness as much as she had learned that human touch brought pain.
And here this young man… he was a picture perfect example that no matter where she managed to fly to on broken wings, she’d never be completely safe from either. Of course, she’d give up her own life a hundred times to still make the same choice she had that night – to come to the Weyr. Even with the reminders that she needed to keep her guard up and that she wasn’t completely safe… it was still far better than even a good, quiet day at the Cothold had been.
Adding a pretty purple flower to the slowly growing arrangement, she adjusted where they all sat before smiling ever so slightly. They really are pretty flowers, aren’t they? For some reason, it warmed her heart and calmed her nerves more than she would have expected in the presence of the man she’d been so carefully avoiding to hear that he thought they were pretty too.
“If you would like, I can bring you fresh flowers every day. So you always have something pretty to look at while you are here…” she offered, her eyes still upon the flowers with that soft smile on her lips. Of course, her back was still very close to the wall so he wouldn’t be behind her, but rather at the edge of her vision, but it could be seen that after the initial shock, she was calmer. At least for the moment.
