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(YET ANOTHER) WRITING MEME!!!
Everyone gets two prompts, unless I like you. Then I may ignore more than two prompts and write them all. I DO NOT PROMISE THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO WRITE EVERYTHING REQUESTED because I'm a fickle little bitch whose muses are whores too busy having femmsex with each other to pay attention to my needs ( Read more... )
Everyone gets two prompts, unless I like you. Then I may ignore more than two prompts and write them all. I DO NOT PROMISE THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO WRITE EVERYTHING REQUESTED because I'm a fickle little bitch whose muses are whores too busy having femmsex with each other to pay attention to my needs ( Read more... )
Despite the fact that Zuma and the Sand People had ended their charade as deaf and dumb animals, Ramset still insisted that, in fact, the Sand People were still below the Sun People.
“With all due respect, Ramset,” Graveheart said slowly, trying not to let it show that his temper was fraying. “To not include the Sand People in the resource talks is just--,”
“Now, listen,” Ramset interrupted, his small arms waving from under his metallic suit in indignation. “You have to understand something here, Mister Graveheart-person; all we have ever known is the fact that the Sand People are animals.”
“But they’re not,” Graveheart answered, his voice terse. “They’re people, older than the Sun People and maybe older than my own. You can’t continue to use them and deny them of their rights.”
”Graveheart,” a calm voice broke in, one that spoke in his mind, and he turned, watching s Zuma took slow and careful steps up onto the dais where Ramset and himself sat. ”You’re wasting your breath, child.”
Ramset’s grey face crumpled into something angry-looking as she approached, but Graveheart decided to ignore it. “What do you mean?”
Zuma’s large and fathomless eyes were kind, although her words were somewhat sharp. ”The Sun People are set in their ways, and nothing we can do can change that. Not even a display of the Beast’s awesome power was enough to humble their arrogance.”
“Now, listen here, you…” Ramset’s words started out angry, but spluttered out when Zuma turned her gaze to him in silence. Even he couldn’t ignore the power in that gaze.
“So what do you propose?” Graveheart wondered, unable to keep the slight smile off his face at seeing Ramset’s sudden silencing.
”Actions speak louder than words, do they not?” Zuma replied. ”Allow us to attend your meetings, regardless of what he says, and gradually, we’re sure even someone like him will get used to the idea.”
Ramset leaned back into his suit, his arms crossed and his face dark with anger. Despite this, however, Zuma and Graveheart exchanged a private look - because they both knew that they were right.
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