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10-06-2015, 06:32 PM
Too much was happening. She couldn't concentrate. She hadn't wanted a fight. She hadn't wanted this to happen. She had just wanted to have an explanation. She didn't understand, and her mind began to be enveloped in a pile of numbness. She couldn't listen to it all - from everyone else. She was too unnerved from having to face everyone in something that she had only wanted an explanation from.
Alas, she managed to pull some her attention back in the middle of this strange-female-leader's speech. The part where she said that she had once been a refugee as well. She clung to the protection of the wing over her - the protection she no longer had with her gift of flight taken from her. Megaera addressed the black and blue mare, not truly chastising her and Laedere had almost no blame for that. Aye, she had never wanted those who so easily fit into these lands like puzzle pieces to be torn up and shoved to the side. She swallowed, peering from beneath the canopy of Einarr's wing while he was told to challenge them in what she could only assume would be a fight. She shuddered, eyes flickering to the ground as she swallowed in a tight breath. Then, the mare turned to her, murmuring words that she did not understand at first before turning to the simplistic form of language. "Mineself not intend for thine events to occur… Mineself twas confused… probing for an explanation… Mine apologies… Mine sincerest of apologies. Tis mine fault. Mineself dost not comprehend ye's traditions… Tis foreign-" more like freaking barbaric to tis mare, "- to mine senses…" She whispers, after being told that she could shout back. Aye, it was against all fibers of her being to shout… to even raise a voice. She was only to fight in self defense or defense of the children. She was not to argue with those whom she did not know. She was to be submissive to all who appeared above her, and to any who were, quite simply, brutes. This mare before her shouldn't even be leading. It was asking for the herd to be invaded, to be signaled weak. But she couldn't say that to her… she was a superior… she not supposed to speak out against them. And, the gentle weight of the mare's feathers on her hide did little to console her fried mind.
Maybe tomorrow she'd be better suited for this. But, she doubted it, as she watched the mare turn toward another member. Aye, this was all so… strange.
Alas, she managed to pull some her attention back in the middle of this strange-female-leader's speech. The part where she said that she had once been a refugee as well. She clung to the protection of the wing over her - the protection she no longer had with her gift of flight taken from her. Megaera addressed the black and blue mare, not truly chastising her and Laedere had almost no blame for that. Aye, she had never wanted those who so easily fit into these lands like puzzle pieces to be torn up and shoved to the side. She swallowed, peering from beneath the canopy of Einarr's wing while he was told to challenge them in what she could only assume would be a fight. She shuddered, eyes flickering to the ground as she swallowed in a tight breath. Then, the mare turned to her, murmuring words that she did not understand at first before turning to the simplistic form of language. "Mineself not intend for thine events to occur… Mineself twas confused… probing for an explanation… Mine apologies… Mine sincerest of apologies. Tis mine fault. Mineself dost not comprehend ye's traditions… Tis foreign-" more like freaking barbaric to tis mare, "- to mine senses…" She whispers, after being told that she could shout back. Aye, it was against all fibers of her being to shout… to even raise a voice. She was only to fight in self defense or defense of the children. She was not to argue with those whom she did not know. She was to be submissive to all who appeared above her, and to any who were, quite simply, brutes. This mare before her shouldn't even be leading. It was asking for the herd to be invaded, to be signaled weak. But she couldn't say that to her… she was a superior… she not supposed to speak out against them. And, the gentle weight of the mare's feathers on her hide did little to console her fried mind.
Maybe tomorrow she'd be better suited for this. But, she doubted it, as she watched the mare turn toward another member. Aye, this was all so… strange.
Bad news like a sucker punch blew me away
People fill the streets like nothing has changed
People fill the streets like nothing has changed
