Post by Rosalora on Nov 22, 2010 14:39:49 GMT -5
5th Pass, Turn 1, Fall, 11th Month... Morning after the hatching.
"People are funny." She said softly, and as if some one had asked her "Which people," She replied with a grunt. "Grown ups." She was on her way to the dining area, talking to.. Well, that's the mystery! No one was there, save for a woman leading the way; Her foster mother. Only Rosie wasn't talking to her. She was staring to her side, talking to an empty space. But if one knew Rosie well enough, they'd know she had taken up an imaginary friend. Of course, it was all in her mind. No one was really talking back to her. If anything it was a lushious pigment of young Rosalora's imagination; or just her concious answering her. But to young Rosie, she thought of this imaginary friend as her father, the mystery man whom her mother had argued with and kicked out so many, many years ago. Ever since then she had had this imaginary friend, hoping that one day this friend would tell her to look behind her, and there would be her real daddy; The man who had left her so long ago.
But on the surface, part of her told her that she would never see him again. She thought, somewhere inside her, that he had abandoned her. Yet with all her heart she wished her imaginary friend would tell her to close her eyes, count to ten, and turn around and open them. And then, there would be her daddy, just as she remembered him. But alas, such dreams did not come true for Rosie. "Come along, Rosalora." Said the woman, who was known as Lexina. And as Rosie sulked into the kitchen, the maid handing her a cup of Klah, she took the steaming cup and walked into the dining hall. She was no longer talking to her friend. Tears were in her eyes. "Count to ten... Count to ten..." She repeated to herself, closing her eyes tightly. She sipped the Klah, eyes still closed tight. "One... Two.. three... Four? Five, six! Seven.. eight... NINE TEN!" And with that she spun around, instantly opening her eyes, to find the room... Empty… Save for one, which was not the person she had hoped. Only her foster mother stood staring at her, puzzled..
"Rosie, are you okay?" But before she could answer other weyrbrats, of all ages three to ten, rushed in with their mothers, each with a steaming cup of Klah. Tears overwhelmed Rosie, and Lexina embraced her strongly, yet tenderly. She kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry, sweetie... Your daddy is bound to show up."
"When?" Asked Rosie, her eyes empty of joy. "By the egg, soon." Said Lexina. Rosalora looked to her feet, sighing. Wiping her tears, she went and played with the other children, under the watchful eye of Lexina.
"People are funny." She said softly, and as if some one had asked her "Which people," She replied with a grunt. "Grown ups." She was on her way to the dining area, talking to.. Well, that's the mystery! No one was there, save for a woman leading the way; Her foster mother. Only Rosie wasn't talking to her. She was staring to her side, talking to an empty space. But if one knew Rosie well enough, they'd know she had taken up an imaginary friend. Of course, it was all in her mind. No one was really talking back to her. If anything it was a lushious pigment of young Rosalora's imagination; or just her concious answering her. But to young Rosie, she thought of this imaginary friend as her father, the mystery man whom her mother had argued with and kicked out so many, many years ago. Ever since then she had had this imaginary friend, hoping that one day this friend would tell her to look behind her, and there would be her real daddy; The man who had left her so long ago.
But on the surface, part of her told her that she would never see him again. She thought, somewhere inside her, that he had abandoned her. Yet with all her heart she wished her imaginary friend would tell her to close her eyes, count to ten, and turn around and open them. And then, there would be her daddy, just as she remembered him. But alas, such dreams did not come true for Rosie. "Come along, Rosalora." Said the woman, who was known as Lexina. And as Rosie sulked into the kitchen, the maid handing her a cup of Klah, she took the steaming cup and walked into the dining hall. She was no longer talking to her friend. Tears were in her eyes. "Count to ten... Count to ten..." She repeated to herself, closing her eyes tightly. She sipped the Klah, eyes still closed tight. "One... Two.. three... Four? Five, six! Seven.. eight... NINE TEN!" And with that she spun around, instantly opening her eyes, to find the room... Empty… Save for one, which was not the person she had hoped. Only her foster mother stood staring at her, puzzled..
"Rosie, are you okay?" But before she could answer other weyrbrats, of all ages three to ten, rushed in with their mothers, each with a steaming cup of Klah. Tears overwhelmed Rosie, and Lexina embraced her strongly, yet tenderly. She kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry, sweetie... Your daddy is bound to show up."
"When?" Asked Rosie, her eyes empty of joy. "By the egg, soon." Said Lexina. Rosalora looked to her feet, sighing. Wiping her tears, she went and played with the other children, under the watchful eye of Lexina.
