Post by mahdi on Jan 6, 2006 1:46:41 GMT -5
Myrna watched the others in the as she cleaned the hearth with a mixture of envy and sorrow. How could she be without the everpresent sorrow when she still knew nothing of her family? In the week since a settler had found her washed up on the shore and brought her to the wyer, there had been no word of her father or brother. Or in fact of anyone that had been on the ship with her. Just when Myrna had thought that all her woes had been left behind in Ruathta, the ship, and her only surviving family had foundered in a gale. After she was found, and brought to the wyer, she didn't live; she mearly exsisted. Greif and lonelynees had sucked all the joys that life used to hold until they were withered things not worth a second glance.
The others in the kitchen had friends, family, firelizards, dragons...none of them were truely alone like she. Her whole life had been taken from her. But in her dreams she saw dragons. She assumed that everyone in the wyer must dream of them, have them whisper in their heads while they slept. They must all seem them dance and glide though a sky of fire and death. So powerful. So beautiful. Who hasn't dreamt themselves riding on such a creature of grace? Surely those of the wyer, who had such access to dragons must all expeirence this. Myrna awoke each morning with tears on her cheeks, for such a life would never bee for one such as her, and reality was too hard to bear.
She hid her sarrow as best she could, for she was truely a strnger in a stange land. Who here would even know that this subdued girl was only a shadow of her former self? If they though her weak they might not allow her to stay. However miserable she may be, she did not wish to leave. What if by not seeing dragons regualrly, she stopped dreaming if them? Her dreams were the loose strings that held her together. She must find a way to stay here, make herself useful as more then just a spare pair of hands. But how?
The others in the kitchen had friends, family, firelizards, dragons...none of them were truely alone like she. Her whole life had been taken from her. But in her dreams she saw dragons. She assumed that everyone in the wyer must dream of them, have them whisper in their heads while they slept. They must all seem them dance and glide though a sky of fire and death. So powerful. So beautiful. Who hasn't dreamt themselves riding on such a creature of grace? Surely those of the wyer, who had such access to dragons must all expeirence this. Myrna awoke each morning with tears on her cheeks, for such a life would never bee for one such as her, and reality was too hard to bear.
She hid her sarrow as best she could, for she was truely a strnger in a stange land. Who here would even know that this subdued girl was only a shadow of her former self? If they though her weak they might not allow her to stay. However miserable she may be, she did not wish to leave. What if by not seeing dragons regualrly, she stopped dreaming if them? Her dreams were the loose strings that held her together. She must find a way to stay here, make herself useful as more then just a spare pair of hands. But how?