<font color=black><s>Hatred is Thicker than Blood</s></font> <font color=red>Definitely</font> -- The Rider Weyrs

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Date Posted: 15:58:39 04/12/06 Wed
Author: Maria(Myth)
Subject: ~~Hatred is Thicker than Blood~~ Definitely
In reply to: K�rea {Neroath} 's message, "No bronze� but will a pesky bluerider do?" on 13:41:10 04/10/06 Mon

Maria, eyes closed as tears fought their way through her lashes, didn't speak when her son tried to hug her. She jerked away, and bowed her head against Myth's chest, her forehead resting on her arms. She couldn't even face her own son.

~~Humans~~

She will not speak, little one, Myth told Maria's son sadly. His voice was heavy, as if he needed sleep, but dared not to slumber. He nuzzled K'rea's shoulder- carefully, because if memory served him (sometimes it didn't!), he had broken K'rea's collarbone, doing that once. Not even to me.

~~I opened myself to them, I admit~~

Maria hated herself just now. So worked up over a flight, and not even able to face her son? But she couldn't forget what had happened after every flight Smith had flown...and Myth had won. She couldn't forget that it was because of K'mir's determination that he would sire a child on her that K'rea existed. She hated herself...more than anyone besides Myth knew. Little did she know...

~~I invited my death~~

...that she would hate herself even more in the passing months. How could she have ever believed the lies, and the deception all guys showed? No matter how they normally acted, they were all the same. She had never known any different after a flight, but either rape or self-hate.

~~So I can't be mad~~

I don't think she'll be ready to talk for a long time, Kor, Myth told K'rea, using his old nickname for the boy. Or even ever again, for that matter.

~~I knew this would happen.~~

((I think a silent period, and then...what say you to some really angsty angst?))

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