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10.Feb.13, 01:27 AM
Volfetti didn't notice Jisralna's discomfort at how she spoke about being stolen, or if she did she certainly didn't show it. She knew some of the stolen Northerners seemed to settle well and adjust to their new lives, with some even finding Katila a better life for them than what they'd been ripped away from. Yet she didn't really believe any of them were happy with their new lot in life, dragon or no dragon. It was something she could never quite wrap her head around, that being taken from your family, friends and home could, for some, be a positive thing. She had never seen outright cruelty for the sake of cruelty and had grown up with an honourable family and hold. Or so she remembered it being, anyway.
She laughed a little at Jisralna's comment about why she thought the babe would be a girl. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure. I think it was a game for Iriya to see how hard and often she could kick. Benden, meanwhile, was the laziest little thing when I carried him. Mostly rolling around if anything." She smiled. It was hard not to smile at the thought of her children, even though she hadn't seen Iriya for six years. One day, she would see her again, even if it would be the very last time.
When offered the needle and thread Volfetti's smile became wane. "I daresay a fishing rod is easier to thread than a needle." She took the items and held the needle up and peered closely at the tiny eye she would have to thread. "The eyes on a rod are never this small." Despite this she still began her attempts to thread the needle. With one eye squeezed shut and the tip of her tongue jammed between her teeth she poked the thread at the needle over and over until it went through. Excited to have succeeded she gave a jubilant cry and jerked the needle up, causing the thread to fall out in the process.
"Shards." She glared at the needle. "Got any tips?" She asked, picking the thread up and looking at Jisralna somewhat desperately.
She laughed a little at Jisralna's comment about why she thought the babe would be a girl. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure. I think it was a game for Iriya to see how hard and often she could kick. Benden, meanwhile, was the laziest little thing when I carried him. Mostly rolling around if anything." She smiled. It was hard not to smile at the thought of her children, even though she hadn't seen Iriya for six years. One day, she would see her again, even if it would be the very last time.
When offered the needle and thread Volfetti's smile became wane. "I daresay a fishing rod is easier to thread than a needle." She took the items and held the needle up and peered closely at the tiny eye she would have to thread. "The eyes on a rod are never this small." Despite this she still began her attempts to thread the needle. With one eye squeezed shut and the tip of her tongue jammed between her teeth she poked the thread at the needle over and over until it went through. Excited to have succeeded she gave a jubilant cry and jerked the needle up, causing the thread to fall out in the process.
"Shards." She glared at the needle. "Got any tips?" She asked, picking the thread up and looking at Jisralna somewhat desperately.
