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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:29 pm
Dragon Hunt: Malro Desert
Another challenge another victory, I haven't been in this desert long but these Kiandri dragons, while dangerous with their elemental affiliation, are nothing now. There's supposed to be another dragon species living here, so I guess I'll keep hunting until I find them. It wont be easy but I refuse to let myself become deluded by past victories. I still have a long way to go before I'm anywhere near the level of my peers.
-Elleth
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 8:12 pm
Dragon Hunt: Malro Desert: Take Two
I'd like to say that I'm sick of Dragons by now, but I'm not. I should be but the challenge they represent is something I think I've become addicted to. The thrill of battle or the adrenaline high or just the sheer terror of not knowing if I'll walk away this time is something I should be concerned about. But again, I'm not. I think this is why warriors like me don't usually survive to turn gray. Or die in their beds, uncrippled, at a ripe old age.
The talk of mortality is something for the other races. They at least have an aferlife to go to. I think we Oblivionites just get recycled.
-Elleth
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:03 am
Solo: A Warm Welcome HomeElleth wasn't sure just how long she'd slept, only that when she woke she felt groggy, exhausted, her limbs ached, and her mouth tasted like some unholy union between cotton and sand. She couldn't work up enough spit to clear out the taste and she felt disinclined to moving to find her waterskin. Another little annoyance spread across one bare thigh an inch at a time, and with a groan Elleth managed to move and arm down to scratch viciously at the itch, only to yelp as she ripped off a chunk of scab in the process. Delighted laughter met the resulting cursing as Eliji made herself known. "Good Morning Dragonkill, I see that you're still with us on this fiinneee day." The elder girl mocked, striding into the shared room to plop herself down on the edge of the bed, jostling the occupant a bit. Elleth groaned and groped around for the spare pillow she usually slept molded to, but couldn't find it anywhere. And with it missing there went her plan to either smother herself or her perky self-imposed keeper. "Come on, you've slept like the dead for three days and frankly Elly, you stink. You just staggered home and passed out and bled all over your bedding." Eliji commented with a small tsk as she grabbed the edge of the sheet Elleth was laying on and yanked, sending the younger girl to the floor in a pile of limbs and curses. Eliji of course just nimbly jumped out of the way of the flailing limbs, cackling softly. "Come ooonn, you'll feel better after getting a bath and something to eat in you. Maybe a healing tonic too. Burn paste would be welcomed mm?"Elleth answered with rude gesture from her position on the floor, before she hauled herself up with a moan of pain. When Eliji grabbed her, it was with an uncustomary gentleness that had Elleth looking at her again. There was worry etched into the others body language that she couldn't quite mask despite the mocking grin that twisted her lips. "Hey now I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart." Eliji said, as if reading Elleths thoughts, "I fully expect to get something out of this."Elleth shivered, there was a dark promise to those words that had her wondering just what the sword wielder wanted from her in return. But she held her tongue and allowed herself to be led to the bathing chamber, listening with only half an ear as Eliji caught her up on all the gossip and juicy bits of news that floated around the Dojo in her absence. There was three new children to make up for the five that had died on their hunting missions. Elleth had at one point in time been in that gray area between alive and dead when she'd dragged herself home. It took a bucket of cold water to the face to wake her up from the contemplative haze that she'd fallen in. Gasping Elleth lashed out only to yelp in pain as her hand connected with the bottom of the wooden contraption. Eliji was looking at her through her silver-white hair, beads of water clinging to the strands like tiny gems. It was obvious that Elleth had been spaced out long enough that the other girl had not only managed to get them into the baths, but to strip them both and partially wash up. "You know, I think you're one of the most dense Oblivionite I've ever met." Eliji snarked, setting the bucket down only to pick up a cloth that was already soaped up. She ran the cloth down her chest and Elleth couldn't help but watch the path of the suds as they traveled across her flesh. "Here I am practially baring my intentions to you as literally as I'm baring my body, and there you are with your head in the clouds!" The other Oblivionite snarled and smacked one of Elleths many partially healed burns, pulling a whine of pain from her. Elleth hunched over, trying to appear smaller as she reached out to start her own cleansing process. She carefully dabbed around her burns and cuts as she scrubbed off the old sweat, dirt and blood. A pair of fleshy mounds pressed against her back as Eliji draped herself against her. "Hey, I think I'm going to be blunt now, since everything else doesn't seem to register." She murmured, playing with a tangled lock of water darkened lavender. "I like you and I'm going to make you mine."Elleth gaped at her, cheeks heating up in a blush that she was sure could still be seen despite the dark color of her complexion. "I W-w-what? But Eliji I thought-" She was cut off by a pair of chapped lips pressing gently against her own before pulling away. "Don't make me repeat myself girl, you know I always get what I want."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:26 pm
Solo: Stubborn Mule
She bit her lip and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, tried to ignore the lines of scars that ran up one leg, the silver anklet that sat against the delicate flesh of her ankle. Tried to forget who that anklet had once belonged to. But forgetting wasn't an easy thing, healing wasn't easy either. She'd lost so much time healing, recovering, dying inside. Her body wasn't hers anymore. She'd lost a lot of weight and muscle mass during her months of recovery, even now she could still count her ribs and tell where her collar bone had been broken by ghosting fingertips over the site.
She'd taken such a trashing during the clash. She didn't know what to call that terrible time, but it was...easier to down play the entire event by not knowing what it was. Elleth had lost a lot then; pride, self-confidence, her adopted family, her lover. She lost her home too, as the Dojo was never the same with most of residents dead, or unable to do most of the things that they'd once been able to. So she left, took her things and moved back into her parents home. Of course, the guilt of her decision had eaten at her long before she'd been physically able to do such a move.
But now she was numb, emotionally. She wished she was numb physically. Her muscles protested every movement, and her knees cracked every time she bent them, but she needed to be doing this further abuse to her body. She needed to continue getting better. She had to get stronger again and make up for all that lost time, all those tears that she wished she could shed. All of the blood she had shed in place of those tears. She was going to prove to herself and the others, that the scars she bore now, were marks of a survivor, not of a cripple, or someone who let life beat them into submission.
Her father watched her progress from under heavy brows going silver with age and worry. He watched her stumble through a set of katas that she'd perfected at a young age. Watched her pant in pain and exhaustion as she tried to lift the lightest of the wooden swords that they owned. He stopped her before she pushed herself too hard. "Elleth, enough, if you keep going you'll only set yourself back. Come inside, soak some hot water and eat something." He gently ordered and moved to scoop her up into his arms, despite her protests. He would hear none of it as he tended to his little girl, and even went as far as to tuck her into bed once everything was done.
He stroked her cheek and smoothed back her hair, and was glad that he'd managed to talk her out of cutting it short, like she'd wanted. Change was good, but not the total flip she'd been trying to achieve. Yes she'd lost someone she'd loved more than life itself, someone who had, underneath all of the brashness he'd heard spoken of her, been good for her. He just hoped that someone or something would come to fill the spot that Eliji's death had opened, and be the support that she needed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:57 am
Dragon Hunt: No Time For Goodbye
This weakness of flesh that I currently suffer from, was a boon today. Two Firani dragons guarded a cave that held a treasure quite unlike what I've seen. Then again, this was the first time I've actually found a dragon's' hoard. It was impressive, and morbid. I never knew that beasts like that could feel the same urge seen in the 'higher willed' races. The urge to hunt for sport and pleasure. No, that's not right. The Urge to Claim Trophies. Because that's what those Dovaa skulls were, trophies.I saw no Orderite or Oblivionite weapons. The different colored feathers could have been Orderite in origin but I am not sure, I haven't gotten close enough to one to be able to tell the difference between their feathers and that of a bird.
But I digress, I am getting off topic. My failure to engage those dragons in combat saved my life and rewarded me with quite the boon. A girl can never have too many Soul Orbs, and these tears. They're so very pretty. I can give them out as gifts I suppose.
Oh Eliji, you would have loved to own one of these, several of these. I would have given them all to you. Why'd you have to be an idiot and go and die on me?
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:44 am
Dragon Hunt: Breath of Life
It's funny, you never think of dragons as being parents. Mothers and Fathers to a nest full of babies. Sure they reproduce and they fuss, but all that anger and animal-like intelligence is just one side of them. I keep learning new things about them, but knowing that they're similar to me, to my kind, does little to ease the acid that eats at me whenever I see one.
It would take a lot to get me over these feelings, but I am no murderer. I will not willingly leave a nest full of the creatures to fend for themselves, when they are not even out of the shell yet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 10:42 pm
Dragon Hunt: Dared to Try
There's a thrill, in courting death. In knowing that at any time, one wrong move will be your last. Knowing that no matter how confident you are, someone or something else can come along and steal all the glory. Destroy the glow felt with victory. Know that even escaping it will leave you feeling jittery and ready for that next fix.
I'm sick of it already.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 10:47 pm
Dragon Hunt: Adventure Shopping
I'm still sick of the feeling I get when my heart starts beating fast. The fear and exhilaration. The unknown possibilities of failure at the hands of another. I saw a skeleton today that reminded me of this. That anything at all can come along and break this fragile form that I am wrapped up in. That a single puncture to a major vein will bleed me out, slowly, if I can't stop it.
Perhaps using these items I have found, will remind me to be more cautious.
I doubt it will work.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:18 pm
Solo: Reopening Old Wounds
"Elleth, Elleth no. I swear to our goddess if you don't put that knife down this instant I will carve your chest in such a way you'll be able to breath through the scars I'm going to leave behind." Elleth scowled as her mother caught her (attempting to) juggling knives. Deft fingers plucked the blades from her hands and put them into the sink. Espleth was most defiantly giving her the stink eye, all three of them narrowed in a way that told her that she was not going to like what happened next. But her mother was silent as she washed the trace amounts of blood off of the carving knife, the chopping one, and the one used to de-scale fish.
Elleth looked at her hands, the thin cuts that looked more like paper cuts than something a blade had caused. The faded lines where her own practice weapons and her bonded blade had dug into her skin. She flexed her fingers, absently noting the sting and ache and the slight tightness around her joints. She wondered if her bones had names, other than 'finger bone'. Did her joints have names too? How many were in her body, and did each of them have a name? What were they named after, the people who decided to call them something? Did each race call them something different?
She was pulled from her musing when Espleth smacked her thigh, the sound sharp and slightly meaty. Elleth winced at the sting and turned her attention back to her mother. The pale lavender hair, starting to change color with age and stress. Hints of silver could be seen in the short styled hair. "I can read your every thought on that face young lady." Espleth said, voice dry, "I am not old. Just as you will never be any older than six to me." Espleth reached out to tug on the one lock of hair that refused to obey gravity. "You can't run from your duties forever. You can either stay at the rank you are at, or you can advance. Stagnate in your miasma love, and you'll never heal. You will always stay less than half of the person you are meant to become." Espleth seemed to hesitate a moment before pressing on. "I very much doubt your Eliji would have allowed you to stay down for as long as you have been. Did you require her to hold your hand whenever you did something? To praise you for every little achievement?"
Elleth snarled and wrenched herself away from her mothers reach, sliding off of the counter where she'd been sitting. Angrily she paced around the kitchen, shoulders drawn up high and close, hiding her neck and her chin dipped down. "No! She would have rather kicked me into the dirt then spoon feed me. If she gave me praise at all, it would have been for something truly good, not- not for something as stupid as waking up in the morning or-or brushing my hair. Nothing as mind numbingly boring as that." She folded her arms under her breasts and seemed to hunch down further as her steps lengthened, quickened. "She, her idea of a reward would have been to drag me into the training yard and to beat me half to death. I just. I-"
"You miss her. She knew your limits and would push you past them." Espleth interrupted, leaning against the sink, hands folded in front of her. Occasionally she would smooth out her dress, or tug it in one direction or another. But she listened. "I don't want to see you in the house tomorrow. Go back to the Dojo, see how everyone is doing, offer your help if you can. It was your home just as much as this old house is. Staying here is driving you crazy. Your appointment to see our leader isn't for some weeks yet. Make yourself useful and get that knowledge out of the fore front of your mind. Go take a bath, mend your clothing. Something. Just don't let me catch you doing silly things again. These knives are for cooking, they aren't balanced correctly at all for what you wanted to do with them." Espleth chided, voice firm as she shooed her daughter from the room. She ignored the colorful protests and herded her all the way back to her room, even going so far as to close the door in Elleths face.
Children. Unable to take a hint when it's presented subtly. Huffing Espleth made her way back to the kitchen. This was her domain, not Elleths, the silly child.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 8:45 pm
Solo: The Foot Comes Down
When Elleth realized that her mother had actually threatened her, she was speechless. She'd never knew her mother to be violent, even with their races...ah... tendencies. It unsettled her and cowed the part that should have been up in arms about it. But it was her mother, her kin, and the woman was patient. It just told her that Espleth had been dwelling on her daughters fragility a lot more than she should have been. It made Elleth feel sick, knowing that she worried her parents enough that incidents like that happened.
But she was floundering, the one steady source of comfort and support that she'd depended on, wasn't there anymore. Her parents didn't know everything about her, and Elleth wasn't about to go baring that part of her mind to them. She rubbed her face and sighed, pulling at her hair. She should go to the Dojo, see what was going on there, see if she could help. Elder Jovra wasn't there anymore, she'd gotten the news of his death only a scant few days ago. Everyone she knew that she could rely on were slowly fading away. It would only be a matter of time before her parents got sick of her, and kicked her out. She had no allies, no friends. The ones she had made she'd either not heard from in years, were dead, or was a member of another race. She wondered if she could even still call Samril friend, with how long it had been. Or was she still naive in that way, believing that friendship could survive time.
Sitting around wasn't going to get things done, and so Elleth dragged herself out of the house, and turned towards the Dojo. She could see smoke off out in the distance, and wondered if the forest was on fire. Or perhaps a buisness or home had caught aflame. But there didn't seem to be too much activity, so it wasn't the latter and probably was in fact the former.
Elleth kept her pace easy, not wanting to tire herself out before getting even halfway across the city. She had to give herself some credit though, she'd lost nearly all of her muscle mass while bedridden, and she'd been back on her feet for less than three months. Two months to build up her strength again, and another month spent working on her stamina. The fact that she was even back to weapons practice and hunting was nothing short of amazing. She wouldn't tell anyone that she kept dreaming of Eliji, of how the woman would yell at her until her voice ran hoarse, before pouting and turning her back. How it was all the thought of her lovers disappointment in her that drove her forward. It would have been so easy to just....let go. To give up and let herself waste away.
There was no room in the world for the weak, for those who had no drive. But Eliji made sure that the spark of stubbornness in Elleth hadn't gone out, kept prodding at her until she was so fed up that she had to get moving. Memories were a wonderful thing, for as long as they lasted. Elleth was already finding it hard to recall how Eliji had smelled, how she pitched her voice when she was trying to get her way. It left a bitter taste in her mouth to acknowledge it. But what left her heart in two, was the fact that there was nothing she could do to fix it, any of it. Except to get better, to get stronger, and to honor her memory the only way she would have wanted.
To live.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 8:48 pm
Solo: Deep Breaths
The Dojo was on fire. It was on fire and all she could do was stand there, staring, eyes wide and mouth agape. She was shaking in her geta as she spied dark forms rushing around, a bucket chain moving swiftly down the line so that water could be used to douse the flames. Mages cast bolt after bolt of water magic, but their stamina was as limited as their magic, and it seemed as if they'd taken to a rotation to conserve their strength. One hand reached up to cover her mouth, stifling the cry that tried to escape.
It was as if the involuntary sound had triggered something, as her feet started to move without conscious thought. She took the stairs three at a time, her long legs stretching as she bounded up them. Her thighs ached from the exercise but she ignore it, there were more pressing issues. Why was there a fire to begin with? How long had it been burning for there to be smoke dark enough that she had been able to see it from the city proper. What was the new Master of the Dojo doing to let things get so out of hand.
Now that she was closer she could see the bucket chain was being handled by children barely big enough to know what they were doing. They were all mostly fresh faced, though their cheeks were smudged with ash and a few were coughing as they lugged the buckets to and fro. Elleth shouldered one of the apprentices out of the way, as they struggled to pull the heavy bucket from up inside the well. "Get me a status report!" She barked, easily hauling the bucket up. She poured it into the empty one waiting to be filled and watched as it was sent down the line, another appearing almost as quickly as it took her to pull up the next bucket.
The apprentice all but bolted as soon as she'd finished speaking, tiny legs scrambling to gain momentum on the slick stones. Elleth lost track of time as she fell into the routine of haul and pour, haul and pour. The thick smoke started to thin out as the flames finally started to come under control, the wood now too wet for it to easily burn through. The apprentice she'd told to get her information came back, clothing a bit singed and one knee scraped. She told her about what she'd gleaned, listening to the conversation the adults had held, when she was in earshot, tending to some of the more injured when she'd gotten roped into helping.
It seemed the most esteemed Master Ureil had been a monumental idiot and, instead of training his pet dragon in the training hall warded specifically for magic use, he'd decided to do it in the more 'elaborate hall' used for weapon ceremonies. Power had quickly gone to the fools head with his Master (her Master too, her wonderful, wonderfully patient Master) gone. Elleth let out a sound of disgust and shooed the apprentice away. She'd come to find something useful to do, and she'd done it.
It wasn't the most satisfying work, knowing that she'd lost yet another place that she could have used for her own gains. But it had been work. She left angry and disgusted, which, at least, was one step up from her original mental state of depressed and despondent.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 8:49 pm
Solo: Meeting with Draco Verrano
She vaguely recalled the office that she had been led to, all those years ago when she'd been first introduced to one Draco Verrano. She stood silently in front of the closed door, examining him as he stared out a window. She took in his long hair, and the long slender looking tail. The three sets of wings that were folded neatly, framing his spine and hair. When he turned to look at her, she couldn't help but glance at the third eye that was focused on her. What did the world look like to him? Was everything a mottle of colors that faded with time, or gained hue with a persons energy, like her vision was?
A single brow arched as he waited to hear why she had come, why she'd made an appointment to see him. Why she'd waited as long as she had to do things with her life. One hand spread over her heart as she bowed, her long locks of purple flowing around her frame. It was shorter than before, having been cut and styled to remove the burned ends. It fell to her waist, instead of to the back of her knees.
She took a single fortifying breath before straightening, one hand reaching into the pouch at her hip to produce the five orbs she needed to show. Two Kiandri, two Ayrala, and a Firani. Yellow, white and red orbs were carefully handed over and she watched, silent, as they were examined. She should have more, better ones to give, to show that she was worth something. But the trove she found wouldn't have been good to give. They weren't her kills, her credit to claim.
Draco rolled the orbs around in one hand, gaze easily pinning her to the spot. "You've lost your edge blade. You've been blunted." He said, voice level and neutral. He reached out to stroke one lock of lavender. His clawed fingers easily slid through her hair. He lifted the strands and let them slide through his fingers as if they were nothing more than water. He stepped into her personal space and stroked his lips with the tips of her hair. "Tell me, are you worth the effort of taking a whetstone to? Of salvaging? Or should we melt you down and attempt to reforge you?"
He dropped her hair and stepped back, turning on one heel to stand before his desk. He placed the dragon souls onto the surface. "Go. Sharpen yourself. When I see you next I expect to see the same honed edge I saw when you were a child. The metal of your blade had best not be flawed. I do not need weapons who shatter under stress in my sight."
Elleth bowed to him once more before turning on her heel and exiting the room. She didn't let on how shaken she'd been, but she knew he'd heard her heart pounding in her chest when he's stepped close to her. Could scent her unease. Her admiration for him rose as did her determination to become better, stronger. To temper herself without flaws so that she earned the second chance she'd been given.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 7:51 pm
Growth Solo: The Desire To Scream
Broken. She was broken, blunted, fragmented, whatever words you could dream up to label her as damaged, she was it. She knew it, others knew it, and the people whose opinions were important enough to her, knew it. Elleth dug her fingers into the soft, rotten bark of a tree that had been struck by lightning a few weeks past. It had been cleaved in two, and one part was still living, though it struggled. The other lay dead, rotting as it pulled away from the healthy part. Elleth thought it a nice representation of herself, her mental state and her feelings in general.
There was one part that tried to thrive with what was given to her. Tried to overcome the weakness and stress fractures in her mind. Then there was the part that was trying to drag everything down. It was a miasma of negativity that both darkened the muted colors she could see, and painted her every movement. Her strikes were slow, her blocks sloppy. She had a drive to do better but couldn't find the energy upon which to do so. It was a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again.
It was amazing that she could even bring herself to get up some mornings, with how heavy her heart and mind felt. So many things sat in her mind, problems that needed to be addressed, grief that remained untouched, like a festering wound. Words that continued to echo in her mind, reminding her of her failures. Elleth felt as if she'd aged a hundred years after her 'talk' with her Leader, her God-Who-Walked-The-World. He'd given her two options, three really but the third left her feeling hollowed out just thinking about it.
The first was to get her act together, to reignite the flame that had showed him so much promise. The second was to kill herself. A blade so damaged as to be beyond salvage was no use to anyone, because anything created from its remains was bound to be just as weak as the original.
The third option would be to erase everything that made her who and what she was, and become someone else. To give up her life and her memories and truly become a soulless weapon. A blank face amongst empty faces trained only to kill. Whose purpose was only to kill, to dominate. There would be nothing that the wonders of the world could touch in her, because she would be blind to it all. Her only purpose then would be to carry out the will of her Goddess and her God, and the decree of the Strong versus the Weak.
It would be no life to live, for there would be no joy to that life. Her only pleasure would be found in the hymn of battle and the song of her blade as it cut through the air.
Her fingers gouged out near perfect oblongs as she ripped them from the wood. Uncaring of the splinters that had logged into her soft flesh. She had to think, to plan. She had two options to choose from, and she hesitated over the second. Her family would be disappointed, devastated to learn about her suicide. They'd be shattered at the knowledge of what she'd become if she chose option three. So really, she only had one option left to her.
She would re-find herself and rebuild everything she'd lost. She would examine everything about herself and change the parts that she found lacking, no matter how much it would hurt to admit to herself that the flaws she had, were only dragging herself down. But she couldn't do it here, in her home, in the city that she grew up in. She needed to find herself in a place that didn't remind her everything she'd gained and then summarily lost.
She would need to leave home, and that thought scared her far more than she'd ever want to admit.
But she reflected on it, as she started the painful process of picking herself apart. It felt akin to pulling out stitches that you'd place there yourself. The scars were crooked and caused more pain coming out than it had going in, but that could be credited to the fact that you were in so much pain putting them in, that you hardly noticed the difference. But once they were out, and any infection drained away, you felt better.
Elleth felt better once she located the source of all her misery and punctured it with the truth, draining away all the sickness that she could. She was miserable because she was alive, while the one person she wanted to live more than anything else, had died. There was nothing special about Elleth, but Eliji had everything. Eliji had such a bright, bloody future ahead of her, and Elleth? All Elleth could ever had hoped for, was to continue to have a place by her side. Which, in a way she did. Because she had survived what Eliji, delicate looking Eliji, had not.
In a strange way, looking at it from that perspective made swallowing and accepting the bitter truth easier. There were no do over's in life, you either succeeded at something, or you failed spectacularly at it. Elleth was accustomed to failing spectacularly at everything she did, and needing someone to hold her hand as she recovered from it. She realized then, that Eliji hadn't been trying to teach her how to become a better fighter, but to handle her defeat better, to lessen her need to lean on someone when things got bad. To learn how to rely on her own wits and her own strengths, and to downplay her weaknesses. To use her weaknesses as a strength instead. To fool the world around you just as surely as you fooled yourself.
Elleth could do that, could pretend to be strong while she was breaking, because if she pretended long enough, hard enough, it would become truth. The things that were bothering her would become things that were insignificant in the grander scope. She could deal with her issues one at a time, on her own terms with a new perspective. She would stop sweeping them under the proverbial rug, to ignore and hopefully not trip over when the pile became too high.
Yes. Yes. She could do it, she just had to take it one step at a time. The first would be to go home and take care of her hands. The splinters were really starting to hurt.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 10:46 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:05 pm
Dragon Hunt: Malro Desert
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