24.Oct.20, 03:33 AM
"My father died there," she said quietly. "My mother might have well done so but I think she is slowly recovering from his loss. He was a bluerider. He just went between and never came out." The words made her want to disappear into her little cape.
"My mother is at Ista, now, with the glass crafters. Katila? Ah, Katila was a jungle, hot, sweaty, massive felines, humid." She half-waved a little. "It's safe enough now, I suppose, but I'd never go back. There's too much loss there for me."
Zahrah turned a smile to him, though it was a sad one trying to be positive.
"Benden seems better than Ista. Fresh, new start. New faces. Zarel loves the Harper lessons and the creche. It's," she shrugged, "away and it feels right. Ista never felt like home to me. Just a stop on a longer journey. I know that must sound ridiculous but I feel like I'm more alive there than anywhere I've ever been."
Zahrah did a little slow spin and laughed, a low, throaty sound. She'd certainly not hand anyone to talk to about this before as she'd kept herself to herself at Ista. Her mother had needed her badly but now practicing her craft at the craft hall - not that she'd make it anywhere beyond senior apprentice - she seemed better, stronger. It gave her purpose.
"I think I may only stand for Benden clutches," she said thoughtfully. "It's where I'd rather stay. But I suppose I could always transfer after graduation, I mean, if I Impress."
"My mother is at Ista, now, with the glass crafters. Katila? Ah, Katila was a jungle, hot, sweaty, massive felines, humid." She half-waved a little. "It's safe enough now, I suppose, but I'd never go back. There's too much loss there for me."
Zahrah turned a smile to him, though it was a sad one trying to be positive.
"Benden seems better than Ista. Fresh, new start. New faces. Zarel loves the Harper lessons and the creche. It's," she shrugged, "away and it feels right. Ista never felt like home to me. Just a stop on a longer journey. I know that must sound ridiculous but I feel like I'm more alive there than anywhere I've ever been."
Zahrah did a little slow spin and laughed, a low, throaty sound. She'd certainly not hand anyone to talk to about this before as she'd kept herself to herself at Ista. Her mother had needed her badly but now practicing her craft at the craft hall - not that she'd make it anywhere beyond senior apprentice - she seemed better, stronger. It gave her purpose.
"I think I may only stand for Benden clutches," she said thoughtfully. "It's where I'd rather stay. But I suppose I could always transfer after graduation, I mean, if I Impress."