Another vig. Or something.
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xilaros- October 24th, 18:28
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- xilaros
- October 22nd, 10:00
A vig. Or something.
( Homecoming: Part One )
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- xilaros
- July 20th, 5:59
crushed
What....
The....
Fuck.
I've really lost her, now. Out of all the things that could have happened..... My dad would really mock me now. Up there, watching her, waiting, almost hoping... hoping that it wouldn't happen.
Kaelidyth. I hope... Faranth, what can I hope? Nothing. Nothing at all. I think I'm going to take a trip back to Bitra. It's been overdue that I've seen my family.
.... a goldrider. Why, of all things, gold?
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- xilaros
- June 15th, 8:55
Shearing time. Never thought that I'd ever have to do this again, I didn't. Suppose it's what I get for being a trader for a damned cotholder. Tharlan means well enough, even if his eternal persistence in his efforts to marry me off is irritating. I know he has seven daughters, but damn. Find someone else. Find someone interested. They're all pretty enough, with black hair and blue eyes, the whole lot of them. Must take after the mother, because Tharlan doesn't have any measure of decent looks to him, considering his youngest.
Neither here nor there.
Speaking of which, this whole splitting time between the weyr and High Rock is beginning to wear. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for her. I hated seeing the look on her face, in her eyes, when I told her I was leaving. I never meant to hurt her, I don't want to hurt her, but I'm hurting her by just being in her life, it seems.
I'm going to take it day by day, and enjoy what I have, for once. It's time enough to grow up. For me, but for more than me, too. I don't know where this will go.
I just hope I don't ever run into her mother. Ever. Ever. Ever again.
