Post by Shoki on Jul 10, 2014 18:50:26 GMT -8
76.09.04
Afternoon
Weyrlake
Kumori was content. Not her mask, Irai, but she herself was content. Being able to teach Rekkora, who so much reminded her of a time long past. A time of nightmares to some. Kumori had never been one that thought it nightmarish. True, conditions were rough, they had hide from the world, but it had been the only time in her life that she had another soul that knew her. Truly knew. There was rest in that. For a perpetual liar, she understood that trust was spectacular if it had no worry about it.
It was times like this that she thought about Mathirath. The Copper dragoness was forever imprinted on her mind, even now it was clear enough that she could almost feel the texture the impression had once been on her mind. True, she had seen Copper dragons since then, but it was hardly the same. Any rider would say the same. She could still feel the intelligence, curiosity, the morbid fascination with how things worked. That, and the love. Probably the only real love she had ever felt. That included her family. Her grandchildren were tolerable but nothing special. Her children were thankfully off to live their own lives and her husband was dead and buried, hopefully content with a lifetime of lies she had fed him.
She drew herself back to the present, to the world around her. In her mood to examine the past she could hardly imagine back then that she would be standing at Rainbow Mists Weyr without a knife (or two in her hands). Oh her person, of course, but not actively making war with it. However, now she was full well content to let them be. The people inside? It depended. She had an inkling to kill one, but as for another, well, she was currently waiting. Waiting with lunch. She made fairly good food. Her life had been as a housewife for a long, long time. So she had better make a decent meal.
So she waited for Rekkora, a meal in the basket before her, sitting at the edge of the lake at Rainbow Mists Weyr. It was so very odd sometimes, the path a life could take. An old woman pondered them from time to time.
Afternoon
Weyrlake
Kumori was content. Not her mask, Irai, but she herself was content. Being able to teach Rekkora, who so much reminded her of a time long past. A time of nightmares to some. Kumori had never been one that thought it nightmarish. True, conditions were rough, they had hide from the world, but it had been the only time in her life that she had another soul that knew her. Truly knew. There was rest in that. For a perpetual liar, she understood that trust was spectacular if it had no worry about it.
It was times like this that she thought about Mathirath. The Copper dragoness was forever imprinted on her mind, even now it was clear enough that she could almost feel the texture the impression had once been on her mind. True, she had seen Copper dragons since then, but it was hardly the same. Any rider would say the same. She could still feel the intelligence, curiosity, the morbid fascination with how things worked. That, and the love. Probably the only real love she had ever felt. That included her family. Her grandchildren were tolerable but nothing special. Her children were thankfully off to live their own lives and her husband was dead and buried, hopefully content with a lifetime of lies she had fed him.
She drew herself back to the present, to the world around her. In her mood to examine the past she could hardly imagine back then that she would be standing at Rainbow Mists Weyr without a knife (or two in her hands). Oh her person, of course, but not actively making war with it. However, now she was full well content to let them be. The people inside? It depended. She had an inkling to kill one, but as for another, well, she was currently waiting. Waiting with lunch. She made fairly good food. Her life had been as a housewife for a long, long time. So she had better make a decent meal.
So she waited for Rekkora, a meal in the basket before her, sitting at the edge of the lake at Rainbow Mists Weyr. It was so very odd sometimes, the path a life could take. An old woman pondered them from time to time.
