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Date Posted: 16:25:59 11/22/05 Tue
Author: Talla & Mylanith, Stanza, Chapter, Verse
Subject: >Sulky<
In reply to: Tr'ln and True 's message, "Where once was light..." on 14:03:13 11/20/05 Sun

I'm not trying to make you feel guilty! Talla screams inside her own head, but she's too frustrated and angry with the brownrider right now to try saying anything more. She presses her lips together, biting them, because she doesn't know what to say but does know that whatever she says, it'll be the wrong thing. Hands clenched into fists in her lap, she watches silently as Tr'ln walks away. With the brownrider gone, Talla turns towards True, trying to come up with some babble that will allow her to escape the girl, but True speaks up first. Talla recoils from her words, a protest struggling from her mouth only after True is too far away to hear her. "No! I'm not happy," she finishes to herself in a near-whisper, bowing her head.

For all that she considers herself a grown woman, Talla is only twenty Turns old, and an immature twenty at that. She's still fighting to wrap her mind around the thought that the irresponsible coward Tr'ln had confessed to being and the kind, friendly man she'd met just a little while ago ago are one and the same. The information is too fresh and rubs too raw for her to have integrated it so quickly, and she's still not sure how she's going to deal with it. I didn't say I can't tolerate you! I said I didn't yet! she rages at the absent Tr'ln. All she'd wanted was the friendship she had been so certain was beginning to blossom between them. And somehow, in less than an hour, what had seemed so certain had all fallen apart.

Mylanith's familiar, loving presence enters her minds and surrounds her, as if the gold is covering her with one of her powerful wings. How dare he?! she snarls, enraged at the brownrider who had left her Impressed feeling so hurt and confused. The dragon doesn't understand at all what Tr'ln had done, but she knows that he's made Talla angry and sad and upset. If Talla's angry, Mylanith is angry, and anyone who makes Talla unhappy is certainly deserving of her wrath! Still assuring and reassuring Talla of her love and affection, the gold dragon rises from where she'd been arranged so prettily on the heights and spreads her wings, ready to track down that human and scare the daylights out of him. She won't hurt him, she'd never hurt a human, but she can frighten him - and give that dragon of his a lecture for good measure. How dare he upset you? I'll make him wish he never set food in this Weyr!

Jerking upright, Talla half-rises in sheer reaction before remembering where she is. /Mylanith, don't!/ she cries.

Reluctantly, Mylanith pauses just before she's about to take flight. Why? she asks, confused now. He made you cry!

Cry? Reaching up, Talla wipes her face and is surprised to find moisture there, though it's only a few drops squeezed out during her table-staring a moment ago. /Frustration, my heart,/ she says gently, realizing where the tears must have come from. The ache in her throat is also frustration and anger. /I don't want you to do anything to him. That's abusing our status, especially if you shout at his dragon./ Talla's still feeling sensitive about Tr'ln's implication earlier, that he'd actually believe that kind of thing about her. Although she knows that what she currently does - using her privileges while skimping on the responsibilities - isn't really right, it's not abuse, and especially after her indignant fit of earlier she refuses to cross that particular invisible line.

Flopping back down on the heights, though she's quite unhappy to be doing so, Mylanith snorts both mentally and aloud. I'm a queen. You're my rider. We should be able to do whatever we like, she grumps.

/Oh, Mylanith..../ There's a wealth of warmth and affection there, and Talla smiles a little despite the flurry of emotion still going on within her. She can feel her dragon's absolute love and adoration for her deep within her chest, pulsing with every beat of her heart, and knowing that Mylanith cares enough about her to go after someone just because they upset her is more than enough. She doesn't need her dragon to actually do it. Then the smile vanishes, replaced by a frown. Picking at her food, Talla tries and fails to redirect her mind from that ugly scene between her and Tr'ln. He didn't pay attention to what I was trying to say! she tells herself. In truth, he'd just misunderstood her, but Talla isn't really mature enough yet to acknowledge that the miscommunication wasn't directly his fault. I just- I don't know what to feel about him, she concludes miserably. I need time to think. And I want to talk to somebody, but I can't tell anyone. Even if he didn't listen to me, and even if he did something so... so irresponsible, it's still his secret and he trusted me with it. She needs space, and time, and someone older and wiser who can help her work out how she feels about this and how she should feel about this. Maybe, once she's had that talk with someone, she'll go looking for Tr'ln, if she thinks she can try that tolerance she'd asked for. If it turns out she can't, well, then she won't.

((Feel free to introduce Trag if you like; I'd hoped earlier to see if you'd mind another Trag-D'minic thread, but that wouldn't be possible until the stalled-out D'ctor-D'minic thread in the Rider Weyrs is finished anyway. Hee. ^_^ If you don't want to, I can play more with Talla with someone else, too. She just needs to talk to another person in general, it could be anyone. And the mental image of True slapping Talla makes me giggle.))

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