Post by meadowlark on Sept 12, 2010 21:57:48 GMT
Sitting carefully on the edge of her bed, Mortalya ran a comb through her hair, deep in thought. There was so much...political drama...in the Weyr these days. She hadn't really shared her feelings with anyone, she definitely liked getting all angles of a discussion before making a choice...but both logic and, well, her feelings, were pushing her in one direction.
Despite the fact that Dusk, the basilisk, was one of the dragon-like creatures who had attacked the Weyr riders and dragons, killed so many of them...well that was over and done with. What could anyone do to bring them back? Nothing could be done, no one could do anything! And if the basilisks were Impressionable...well why were people being so pigheaded about this?
She knew why. It was because they were afraid. Of course, Lya was afraid too. But she was more afraid of the future of Pern if something didn't change soon. Shouldn't dragonriders be more LOGICAL than this? It frustrated her! And she didn't dare say anything yet anyhow, she didn't want to alienate herself. But the more she thought about the situation, the more she worried about it. Maybe if she Impressed, she would feel more confident that her voice would carry more weight.
She'd been so reclusive during her stay here, she was a little worried she'd already alienated herself. Sure, she'd talked with and befriended a couple of the Candidates, but even with them she was a little afraid of voicing her opinion of things. She'd made some minor comments, but the animosity of some people on this subject was startling and intimidating. Holding everything in, however, was not going to do her any good. It was making her grumpy and she hated letting her emotions dictate her mood like that.
Setting her comb down, she pulled out her leather journal and began to write. At least there, she'd have a place to vent her feelings. She'd already gotten ready for the day, she had some time before she was expected to help with food preparation.
Despite the fact that Dusk, the basilisk, was one of the dragon-like creatures who had attacked the Weyr riders and dragons, killed so many of them...well that was over and done with. What could anyone do to bring them back? Nothing could be done, no one could do anything! And if the basilisks were Impressionable...well why were people being so pigheaded about this?
She knew why. It was because they were afraid. Of course, Lya was afraid too. But she was more afraid of the future of Pern if something didn't change soon. Shouldn't dragonriders be more LOGICAL than this? It frustrated her! And she didn't dare say anything yet anyhow, she didn't want to alienate herself. But the more she thought about the situation, the more she worried about it. Maybe if she Impressed, she would feel more confident that her voice would carry more weight.
She'd been so reclusive during her stay here, she was a little worried she'd already alienated herself. Sure, she'd talked with and befriended a couple of the Candidates, but even with them she was a little afraid of voicing her opinion of things. She'd made some minor comments, but the animosity of some people on this subject was startling and intimidating. Holding everything in, however, was not going to do her any good. It was making her grumpy and she hated letting her emotions dictate her mood like that.
Setting her comb down, she pulled out her leather journal and began to write. At least there, she'd have a place to vent her feelings. She'd already gotten ready for the day, she had some time before she was expected to help with food preparation.