"The passions seldom give good advice but to the interested and mercenary. Resentment generally suggests bad measures. Second thoughts and good nature will rarely, very rarely, approve the first hints of anger."
— Horace Walpole
Anger"hatred'sorrow'desolation; anything and everything that surrounded the negative emotions of a person were not feelings she was supposed to have. She was not a being meant for negativity, but rather for the light of the sun and not the dark of the night. The night is where Taneth found herself wandering, aimless and blind to anything around her.
As each step was taken she simply was letting her energy leave her, and it did in sparkles trailing down her arms and hands and to the ground. Her own special energy, the bright happiness that resided in her was now a pit of blackness. She did not hide this feeling from the world for she would not know how to cover what she truly felt nor did she understand how to control it.
Each moment replayed in her mind and the black pit in her stomach grew bigger. Taneth remembered Tara's words about James, about Taneth, and just the never ending tirade. She remembered feeling the black pit and she let it fester and grow until she could not stop herself and slammed her fists into the bar and released just a smidgen of that dark energy that had come to reside in her body. Of course, whatever objects on the bar blew up for those were things that had no place for such energy to go. Even worse was the kitchen; what a horrid mess that was as Taneth had taken out her uncontrolled anger upon that part of the inn then left. Lucky for her everything fixed itself.
"I hate you. You were great, but now I hate you.? Those were the words she left with Tara. Taneth felt it to be true as she still had anger for the little hellion.
As she continued to walk and wander, her nails dug into her palms. Her body was trying to reject the negative and build upon what was good. In many ways, this was her punishment for acting out in anger. Self infliction of a pain she did not feel but would suffer the wounds from. It would grow worse as she continued on in this blind state of anger, but perhaps this is where she was meant to be. No one had to suffer the happy, bouncy blonde and she could brood, sulk, and insult just like many of the other people of RhyDin. She would be normal in a world of abnormal.
— Horace Walpole
Anger"hatred'sorrow'desolation; anything and everything that surrounded the negative emotions of a person were not feelings she was supposed to have. She was not a being meant for negativity, but rather for the light of the sun and not the dark of the night. The night is where Taneth found herself wandering, aimless and blind to anything around her.
As each step was taken she simply was letting her energy leave her, and it did in sparkles trailing down her arms and hands and to the ground. Her own special energy, the bright happiness that resided in her was now a pit of blackness. She did not hide this feeling from the world for she would not know how to cover what she truly felt nor did she understand how to control it.
Each moment replayed in her mind and the black pit in her stomach grew bigger. Taneth remembered Tara's words about James, about Taneth, and just the never ending tirade. She remembered feeling the black pit and she let it fester and grow until she could not stop herself and slammed her fists into the bar and released just a smidgen of that dark energy that had come to reside in her body. Of course, whatever objects on the bar blew up for those were things that had no place for such energy to go. Even worse was the kitchen; what a horrid mess that was as Taneth had taken out her uncontrolled anger upon that part of the inn then left. Lucky for her everything fixed itself.
"I hate you. You were great, but now I hate you.? Those were the words she left with Tara. Taneth felt it to be true as she still had anger for the little hellion.
As she continued to walk and wander, her nails dug into her palms. Her body was trying to reject the negative and build upon what was good. In many ways, this was her punishment for acting out in anger. Self infliction of a pain she did not feel but would suffer the wounds from. It would grow worse as she continued on in this blind state of anger, but perhaps this is where she was meant to be. No one had to suffer the happy, bouncy blonde and she could brood, sulk, and insult just like many of the other people of RhyDin. She would be normal in a world of abnormal.