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03.Jan.14, 06:04 PM
The change in topics was almost too quick for her to follow. One moment, her heart is hammering in her chest and tears are threatening the corners of her eyes, the next she was being invited to see a baby bovine. Sennia stared at Firah for a moment before she actually laughed. It was a soft, almost desperate sound. The last laugh of someone who might as well be drowning. But she clung to the change of topic desperately and wiped at her eyes. Just an itch, she told herself. At least she was still smiling. The very idea that she’d actually expressed a true thought of her own and it’d turned the entire conversation south was proof enough she should keep her mouth shut. No one wanted to hear the woes of a stolen woman.
Least of all someone she barely knew.
Sennia picked up a plate and returned to her washing. “We had our own bovine, while I was growing up. Just a couple.” She glanced at him, her smile genuine this time. “I helped nurse a baby one when I was much, much younger. They’re very cute.” Never mind that had been a lifetime ago, in another place entirely. Had she even really been a farmer’s wife? Sennia contemplated if seeing the baby would compromise the wall she was trying to build around her heart before nodding. “I would actually like to see the baby.” It would do her some good to get outside. Besides, maybe she could help out somehow? It’d give her yet another chore on her long list to keep her preoccupied. Others might say she failed the dragons, but at least she was doing more than her fair share to keep the weyr running in whatever way she could.
And this topic was certainly safer than dragons. Or their past families. Maybe Firah didn’t harbor the same fears she did. Maybe he had someone to return to. Even though it was a painful thought, she fervently hoped his return to the north would be all he expected it to be. Because Sennia wouldn’t be returning unless forced. More to the point, Sennia had thought every male wanted to impress a dragon. Why would they not? And it wasn’t as though there weren’t a lot of choices for them. Sennia glanced at Firah, her smile still in place, before she added, “And I’ll stand with you… If you decide to go for one more try. I will too.” She wanted to be supportive. That was something she certainly understood. Maybe Firah was as lonely and displaced as she was?
Least of all someone she barely knew.
Sennia picked up a plate and returned to her washing. “We had our own bovine, while I was growing up. Just a couple.” She glanced at him, her smile genuine this time. “I helped nurse a baby one when I was much, much younger. They’re very cute.” Never mind that had been a lifetime ago, in another place entirely. Had she even really been a farmer’s wife? Sennia contemplated if seeing the baby would compromise the wall she was trying to build around her heart before nodding. “I would actually like to see the baby.” It would do her some good to get outside. Besides, maybe she could help out somehow? It’d give her yet another chore on her long list to keep her preoccupied. Others might say she failed the dragons, but at least she was doing more than her fair share to keep the weyr running in whatever way she could.
And this topic was certainly safer than dragons. Or their past families. Maybe Firah didn’t harbor the same fears she did. Maybe he had someone to return to. Even though it was a painful thought, she fervently hoped his return to the north would be all he expected it to be. Because Sennia wouldn’t be returning unless forced. More to the point, Sennia had thought every male wanted to impress a dragon. Why would they not? And it wasn’t as though there weren’t a lot of choices for them. Sennia glanced at Firah, her smile still in place, before she added, “And I’ll stand with you… If you decide to go for one more try. I will too.” She wanted to be supportive. That was something she certainly understood. Maybe Firah was as lonely and displaced as she was?
Come along now, come along with me
