Post by Shoki on Jul 14, 2013 12:58:17 GMT -8
As she had Zigbrieth informed as to how to behave now, she introduced Breaker and Dawn to their new dragon friend, who they took some time investigating. She suspected she would need more food for them however, so she headed back in, back into the chaos. The first thing she heard was insults. Cyan twitched. Mutants, freaks, all words that she had no wish for people to ever use. She rounded to the girl who was talking, looking severe. Cyanee could never look truly dangerous or frightening. She wasn’t like that. But she did look serious. She was about to open her mouth, speak again, but T’kar spoke. Cyan watched as he spoke, laying down his ruling. He was well within his rights to do so, he was the Weyrleader. Meager conversation began and Cyan suspected that would be the end of it. Best bow out now, and not risk anger, right?
Now, some things Cyan understood, but didn’t do. There was a lot in life that she didn’t even understand, but merely accepted to be fact. Among these was people’s views. So as she proceeded to get more meat, and heard a cry, she could not understand, but could accept what was happening. She was attacking the Weyrleader. Something snapped. She bolted. Small as she was, she was used to certain things. Singing by the sea was one of them. This was not a fact many people present knew. However it did explain the impossibly loud screech she suddenly let out, like a harpy enraged. Only she didn’t look it. She looked all wide eyed and surprised. Even as she moved. Cyan was good at going with the flow, reacting to what she saw. Dalonia was in the mix. There was blood. Thins were moving far to fast. So she leapt forward, and grabbed Garna’s knife. Well, grabbed her knife in the way that she had a hold of it and part of Garna’s hand. Cyan’s hand bled quickly. She tugged, but was unable to free it, from the candidate’s grasp. So she pulled out from her pockets a mess. A familiar mess. Cyan’s practice knots were suddenly out and wrapped about their hands and tied up. Turns of tying knots meant she was wickedly fast and tied them tight.
A moment later she stared, still owl eyed at Garna, standing with her hand tied to hers and her blood dripping on the floor. The Weyrling had little idea why she had reacted the way she did, but she didn’t exactly look sane given the situation. Dalonia was still tangling with the candidate. He knots held well. Her hand gripped a little harder on the knife, the other girl's hand, everything. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she was not going to let go until she thought it was safe. The knots were dyed red.
No…
No one should ever be called a freak.
Now, some things Cyan understood, but didn’t do. There was a lot in life that she didn’t even understand, but merely accepted to be fact. Among these was people’s views. So as she proceeded to get more meat, and heard a cry, she could not understand, but could accept what was happening. She was attacking the Weyrleader. Something snapped. She bolted. Small as she was, she was used to certain things. Singing by the sea was one of them. This was not a fact many people present knew. However it did explain the impossibly loud screech she suddenly let out, like a harpy enraged. Only she didn’t look it. She looked all wide eyed and surprised. Even as she moved. Cyan was good at going with the flow, reacting to what she saw. Dalonia was in the mix. There was blood. Thins were moving far to fast. So she leapt forward, and grabbed Garna’s knife. Well, grabbed her knife in the way that she had a hold of it and part of Garna’s hand. Cyan’s hand bled quickly. She tugged, but was unable to free it, from the candidate’s grasp. So she pulled out from her pockets a mess. A familiar mess. Cyan’s practice knots were suddenly out and wrapped about their hands and tied up. Turns of tying knots meant she was wickedly fast and tied them tight.
A moment later she stared, still owl eyed at Garna, standing with her hand tied to hers and her blood dripping on the floor. The Weyrling had little idea why she had reacted the way she did, but she didn’t exactly look sane given the situation. Dalonia was still tangling with the candidate. He knots held well. Her hand gripped a little harder on the knife, the other girl's hand, everything. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she was not going to let go until she thought it was safe. The knots were dyed red.
No…
No one should ever be called a freak.