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01.Apr.12, 08:20 PM
Breccan's ideas of rank and control were a touch more convoluted than Talian's. Rank was control, and she craved control over her life the way a fellis-addict needed his drug. She did not mind, either, being put in some measure of control over the lives of others, due to a rather conceited assumption that she could put things in better order than they could. She had a confused idea that if someone had rank, they deserved to control others, but she knew incompetent Lord Holders, and even a Master or two she wouldn't have promoted to that position. And, of course, she hated when rank controlled her. It was a philosophy with too many exceptions and conditions to last life-long...probably.
However, unlike Talian, she firmly believed that Impression was the only way to regain control, and didn't consider that it was perhaps the most effective way of controlling her. Breccan could be quite blind when she made up her mind. She had a hazy notion that Impressing would also allow her to return North. Couldn't she fly there, or blink between? She sincerely doubted Northerners would shoot them from the sky, not when plenty of the population remembered dragons.
She laughed a little with him, shaking her head. "I still get nervous when I'm stitching, imagining him over my shoulder," she confessed, "I think I'll make up a drunk or a fellis-doser. That's simple, and I'll be a hero for rising above my parents' failings. Those are the stories that win you fame and fortune." She lifted her eyebrows and inclined her head as if giving him a bit of sage advice, but the smile on her face spoiled the ruse.
"Well, you might be able to count Larrikith as well, so that makes six," she amended, "And if we're judging by more than one conversation, then I'm down to just you and Lymsleia." She shook her head faintly, more to herself than to him. She knew the importance of networking, of having allies, so why hadn't she made any? Lymsleia was pleased as punch to be here and while she thought Talian might join her if she came up with a viable plan for escape, he didn't seem to think it was possible. On the escape front, she was most certainly at zilch.
Even taking that out of the equation, she should have buttered up a few people, enough that they could believe they were her friends. She used to do that all the time at Healer; had done it to Lymsleia, in fact, and then dropped her like a hot potato the minute she walked the tables. In five Turns, she'd never so much as written the girl, nor had she known Lym had even been stolen. To her surprise, she felt a flicker of guilt. If nothing else, Katila was probably making her a better person...whatever that meant.
"So do I," she agreed, voice low, all-too-aware that two friends shouldn't be a high point in her personal life. "Honestly, I'm glad we didn't really meet before. I would never have met you as a person, or thought of you as a person...I would have just been another adoring fan of Talian the Master," she confessed, her smile faintly sardonic, "And I'm sure you had enough people who didn't want to know too much about you around. I guess I'd rather have it this way."
Really, she wasn't sure why she hadn't immediately put Talian on an enormous pedestal and determinedly worshiped him from afar. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been anything like what she'd expected, and that had made her curious about him rather than reverent or resentful of his rank. Either way, she was rather glad things had worked out the way they did. Yes, she wasn't doing her best at this whole Katila thing, but she'd done a few things right, and that counted for something.
However, unlike Talian, she firmly believed that Impression was the only way to regain control, and didn't consider that it was perhaps the most effective way of controlling her. Breccan could be quite blind when she made up her mind. She had a hazy notion that Impressing would also allow her to return North. Couldn't she fly there, or blink between? She sincerely doubted Northerners would shoot them from the sky, not when plenty of the population remembered dragons.
She laughed a little with him, shaking her head. "I still get nervous when I'm stitching, imagining him over my shoulder," she confessed, "I think I'll make up a drunk or a fellis-doser. That's simple, and I'll be a hero for rising above my parents' failings. Those are the stories that win you fame and fortune." She lifted her eyebrows and inclined her head as if giving him a bit of sage advice, but the smile on her face spoiled the ruse.
"Well, you might be able to count Larrikith as well, so that makes six," she amended, "And if we're judging by more than one conversation, then I'm down to just you and Lymsleia." She shook her head faintly, more to herself than to him. She knew the importance of networking, of having allies, so why hadn't she made any? Lymsleia was pleased as punch to be here and while she thought Talian might join her if she came up with a viable plan for escape, he didn't seem to think it was possible. On the escape front, she was most certainly at zilch.
Even taking that out of the equation, she should have buttered up a few people, enough that they could believe they were her friends. She used to do that all the time at Healer; had done it to Lymsleia, in fact, and then dropped her like a hot potato the minute she walked the tables. In five Turns, she'd never so much as written the girl, nor had she known Lym had even been stolen. To her surprise, she felt a flicker of guilt. If nothing else, Katila was probably making her a better person...whatever that meant.
"So do I," she agreed, voice low, all-too-aware that two friends shouldn't be a high point in her personal life. "Honestly, I'm glad we didn't really meet before. I would never have met you as a person, or thought of you as a person...I would have just been another adoring fan of Talian the Master," she confessed, her smile faintly sardonic, "And I'm sure you had enough people who didn't want to know too much about you around. I guess I'd rather have it this way."
Really, she wasn't sure why she hadn't immediately put Talian on an enormous pedestal and determinedly worshiped him from afar. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been anything like what she'd expected, and that had made her curious about him rather than reverent or resentful of his rank. Either way, she was rather glad things had worked out the way they did. Yes, she wasn't doing her best at this whole Katila thing, but she'd done a few things right, and that counted for something.
