I move slightly ahead of this multicolored girl, my form still aching and tired. I would certainly require some time of healing or something when I get home, but sadly I think that we are a little short on healer hands. I found the job most interesting myself, perhaps I could attempt to learn this skill so I do not have to be dependent on someone else to take care of me if this unfortunate kind of event were to ever happen again. Yes, I would be contiguous with father about that. I am sure he will be pleased that I will choose such a useful skill. For sure when I get home I will be telling my father of this rather deplorable situation that had befallen me and ask him to be destroying all rocks that are unstable. I do not care that the earth shook causing me to fall all I care is that it never happens again.
The girl speaks again saying that she never said I was a prisioner, yet she is thinking I am needing an escort everywhere I go? Isn’t that nearly the same? ”My father values freedom, he will not keep me chained if I wish to be free. I am not free if I am followed and escorted with someone breathing down my neck all the time.” I say with a shrug only to flinch as the motion causes a fresh wave of pain to course through me. Such a strange feeling, bad yet good I do not understand I do not like it but I do. Perhaps it is because I become aware of every sound smell, my body on alert not wishing for more punishment.
She is full of questions about me, and I am not certain I like that, I let a little fang become exposed as she continues. “Well we are almost there so you will find out about my family for your own won’t you?” I say my voice a monotone. I do not mean to be rude or crass it is simply how I am, I am logical, perhaps overly so and everyone’s opinions on someone else are always different I find. While I find someone boring, like that angel boy Sinclair, it appears my sister is most enamored by him. I am not sure why I just find his personality lacking. He is the story version of a white knight and I wonder for a time if that is why my sister likes him so much. Cersei herself is rather strange, she is not so analytical as myself and my brothers seem to be, I am not sure where she gets her attitude, but it is not important.
The sound of rushing water is loud in my ears, we have arrived in Glorall.
((Will continue this in Glorall right now ^^))
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