Post by Rosalora on Nov 18, 2010 11:37:26 GMT -5
Time.. That dreaded word, yet treasured by some. Right now time was all young Rosalora had. Time. Time to eat, time to watch the queen rise and not understanding in the least what had happened, or why everyone's faces were pressed against the other person. Or why they were playing with clothes, then running of to secret places.. She had asked what they were doing, why they were acting so odd.. But the funny thing was was that no one would answer her. Not directly, at least. They changed the topic, looked away, walked off, or pretended to do something else. And when she had finally gotten somewhere, or so she had thought, with some of them they had told her "I'll tell you when you're older." How frustrating! And then everything had gone back to normal, or as normal as it could get. The young girl had been healed, although she still had scars from her ship wreck. Sometimes, on the colder days, her healed wounds ached still. Cold weather did that, from what people had told her. She did not understand why, she only knew that her whole body ached in the cold weather. She took to bathing frequently, in the hot springs and with someone helping her of course, just to relieve the pain. The sands were not nearly as hot on her feet now. But she still had to wear boots when venturing outside.
And now, inside the caverns, she woke and walked outside, bundling up in a robe. It did little to keep her warm once she went outside, and for a moment she wondered why and how the sands could be so hot and the air so cold. Where she had come from it had never gotten this cold, and it was a brutal shock to her. Shivering violently, she hurried to the lake, cupping her hands to drink the cold water. It hit her like a ton of bricks in her stomach, but she welcomed it all the same. The cooks tended not to listen to children, although sometimes she could sneak a snack from the kitchen. But right now she just wanted to sit out by the lake, in the Weyr bowl, and just try to take her mind off of her aching sores.
And now, inside the caverns, she woke and walked outside, bundling up in a robe. It did little to keep her warm once she went outside, and for a moment she wondered why and how the sands could be so hot and the air so cold. Where she had come from it had never gotten this cold, and it was a brutal shock to her. Shivering violently, she hurried to the lake, cupping her hands to drink the cold water. It hit her like a ton of bricks in her stomach, but she welcomed it all the same. The cooks tended not to listen to children, although sometimes she could sneak a snack from the kitchen. But right now she just wanted to sit out by the lake, in the Weyr bowl, and just try to take her mind off of her aching sores.
