Post by wonder123 on Jul 20, 2008 21:05:09 GMT -5
Reisul had to keep himself from skipping until he was out of sight of anyone that might be looking to see where he went.
He was free today. The boy had escaped his fostermother's grip, evaded capture and the slavery of chores, to freedom at the lake's edge. His father was off somewhere, he could only guess where. One of Reisul's favorite childhood games, even, was dreaming up what R'lec was doing. No doubt there were drills being supervised, important wing matters being looked after under his wing leader's guidance, riding on the strong back of Myneth...little did the little naive boy realize that his dreams couldn't be farther than the truth. The chances were much more likely that R'lec was in a woman's bed, or his own, or scheming with those closest on how he could rise the last step to become wingleader.
But what Reisul didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So he deftly climbed one of the overlooking rocks of the lake. He was thankful, in a rare moment, that he didn't have the duties of a weyrling. And the gift of being alone so he didn't have to keep up his tough act. He could, and had to, keep up the act for a long time....but it felt good to not have to worry about other people's opinions at the moment.
All he had to worry about right now, was how he was going to dive into the water.
He was free today. The boy had escaped his fostermother's grip, evaded capture and the slavery of chores, to freedom at the lake's edge. His father was off somewhere, he could only guess where. One of Reisul's favorite childhood games, even, was dreaming up what R'lec was doing. No doubt there were drills being supervised, important wing matters being looked after under his wing leader's guidance, riding on the strong back of Myneth...little did the little naive boy realize that his dreams couldn't be farther than the truth. The chances were much more likely that R'lec was in a woman's bed, or his own, or scheming with those closest on how he could rise the last step to become wingleader.
But what Reisul didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So he deftly climbed one of the overlooking rocks of the lake. He was thankful, in a rare moment, that he didn't have the duties of a weyrling. And the gift of being alone so he didn't have to keep up his tough act. He could, and had to, keep up the act for a long time....but it felt good to not have to worry about other people's opinions at the moment.
All he had to worry about right now, was how he was going to dive into the water.