Post by elainsie on Jul 23, 2010 23:05:42 GMT -5
Accalia continued to stare out at the ocean, as if by doing so intently enough would reveal to her the direction of her daughters. Somewhere inside her, she knew the girls were still alive, call it a mother's instinct or what have you, but Accalia was sure she would have felt something had the girls perished, some faint echo of what she had experienced when she had lost Rownith. Considerng Kadran seemed to what nothing to do with her, and hard hardly jumped at her proposition of finding the twins together, she decided she would find them herself. Of course she would have to return to the Weyr first. And once there people would ask questions, wanting to know what had happened, why she was alone. The thought made her shrivel inside. Accalia had never enjoyed being the centre of attention, was rather awkward and often incoherant when facing masses of people. But considering what she had just faced, and what may lay ahead still further should she track down the dragons who had taken Kali and Adria, was it really worth fretting about? Surely if she just thought of it as one more hurdle, its mangnitude on a scale of things would be quite small. Accalia promised herself she would get up and find away back to Eden and face whatever unpleastness she must back home, but once she had first rested for a little bit and was able to think more clearly. The ex-jaderider was so exhausted, both phsyically and emotionally drained, and what she craved most was to feel safe and secure. The only way Accalia could find such a refuge would be in sleep, and her body was certainly emphasising the point, her eyes getting sore with the exertion of keeping themselves open.
Accalia heard footsteps approach, but did not bother to turn in the direction of them. Despite the inner turmoil she had almost reached a level of peace in the in-between world of sleep and alertness, and she was loathe to pull herself from the reverie and have to think about all that had come to pass. She knew who it was anyway, who else could it have been but Kadran? And while she was mildly curious as to what he wanted, Accalia was still embarassed and hurt by the fact he had retreated from her. The woman was not sure how much time had passed, but she could feel Kadran still hovering uncertainly nearby, and with a sigh she opened her eyes, her gaze trailing over the man, stopping at somewhere around his navel. "Kadran, what do you want?" Her voice was not waspish, merely tired. How many times had she asked him that question over the years they had known each other? How many times had she been there for him, helping him through whatever trouble Dharth or the man himself had gotten himself into? And yet where had he been, when she needed him. "I'm tired of always be the one that rescues you. Sometimes I need rescuing."
Accalia heard footsteps approach, but did not bother to turn in the direction of them. Despite the inner turmoil she had almost reached a level of peace in the in-between world of sleep and alertness, and she was loathe to pull herself from the reverie and have to think about all that had come to pass. She knew who it was anyway, who else could it have been but Kadran? And while she was mildly curious as to what he wanted, Accalia was still embarassed and hurt by the fact he had retreated from her. The woman was not sure how much time had passed, but she could feel Kadran still hovering uncertainly nearby, and with a sigh she opened her eyes, her gaze trailing over the man, stopping at somewhere around his navel. "Kadran, what do you want?" Her voice was not waspish, merely tired. How many times had she asked him that question over the years they had known each other? How many times had she been there for him, helping him through whatever trouble Dharth or the man himself had gotten himself into? And yet where had he been, when she needed him. "I'm tired of always be the one that rescues you. Sometimes I need rescuing."
