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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 13, 2008 18:58:52 GMT -5
Larissa had already been spoken with this morning about how she and Janirsa standing for the Gold made doubly sure that the family would impress. No matter how much her mother and sister tried to make her want it, there was only so much one could do. You could lead a runner to water but you couldn't make him drink. No matter how much Larissa protested, Janirsa would make certain she was on the sands.
Her thoughts went to her father. What would he think? He probably wouldn't care either way. She would still be his favorite. At least thats what she thought. Her brown firelizard snuggled around her neck. "Cymmi..." She said warningly. The firelizard sometimes clung too tightly to Lara.
Sipping at her klah, a drink she hardly ever drank, she wondered what her options were. Was there anything she could do to get out of this? People died on the Hatching sands... and worse, injured beyond recognition. She'd rather live and be herself. Why was ambition valued more than integrity? Oh how she wished her mother was someone other than the Headwoman. Her body was enveloped by the chair and she seemed to sink into the back of it, so much so that barely anyone noticed the quiet blonde.
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