Oct 26, 2006 19:54
She'd been working in her garden, turning over the earth all morning and into the heat of afternoon because it gave her something to do, something to concentrate on so she wouldn't have to think about the child she'd been forced to leave behind in the precious moments after giving birth, or if Liir would ever make it back to her. But Liir was as wild and untamed as a great northern wind.
The mauntery's dinner bell rang, and something inside her froze up. She closed her eyes for just a moment, then heaved up to her feet. She intended to go inside for some water, but tripped over an exposed root. She fell, down and down, and down. Farther and farther and it didn't seem right, and all of a sudden, she was aware of hitting the ground, and she wasn't in the garden anymore. She wasn't quite sure where she was. Nothing looked familiar, and though she scrambled to her feet she couldn't seem to pull herself up.
So many people. Chairs. Tables. The stink made her nosse recoil. SHe felt ill. Eyes wide, she looked around for someone, anyone, to speak to, even though she knew no one would understand her words. She could tell by looking at them, no one would know Qua'ati. "Frana ys E?" she murmured, feeling very frightened and alone.
trindle thropp,
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