<font size=3 face=perpetua color=01AA55>{..pride and temper..} -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 11:10:45 04/14/02 Sun
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 216.148.246.70
Subject: {..pride and temper..}
In reply to: Thies 's message, "Narrows eyes" on 10:59:23 04/14/02 Sun

Meaven felt a twinge of regret at losing her temper, but she hated generalizations because of her birth. Fix my hair? Sit inside all day? No cares or concerns? Who does he think I am? An arrogant, pompous, cruel Lord Holder's daughter? Meaven seethed mentally. She was a Lord Holder's daughter, true, but nothing like that! And if her hair was ever 'perfect' or stayed semi-nice for a candle-mark, it was a miracle. "Maybe it was better he fell into the sea." Meaven tossed the pack of bandages back and forth from hand to hand, thinking. She had caught the bandages that had been whipped at her easily. Meaven bristled. It wasn't her fault she had been born as a Lord Holder's daughter! She liked being normal, and had thought here she would escape her rank. Meaven narrowed her eyes slightly, then forced them to be normal, regular.
"I'll be going down to the Dining Hall, now. Even Lord Holder's daughters get hungry sometimes." she said, a trace of bitterness on her tongue.

Meaven swallowed a few times as soon as she had left the Weyrling Barracks. The bitterness in her voice was now in her throat, souring her want for food. Meaven didn't like losing her temper, look at the trouble it had gotten her father into.... But Thies had just harped on a subject she hated. Births. Tossing her head, which ironically messed up the hair her mother had spent a candle-mark on, Meaven headed to the Dining Hall. Who cared what Thies thought? She'd explain, even force it down his throat, to him that she hated using her birth as a crutch or anything else. Meaven snorted and started down the hall.

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