29.05.2005
Dark Lake Manor, Rhydin.
Regrets.
Woken by an unpleasant dream in the hours preceding dawn, I was angry. To the point of becoming almost blind with blood rage. I tried to keep my breathing even and slow. Tried to focus on the fact that it was just a dream of a memory. Tried to not to wake Lucien as I slipped out of bed and pulled a robe on, heading for the solitude of my tower.
Slammed the door, though, when I realized that my tower would not present solitude, and veered toward the shrine to Dthrendtalen, instead.
I touched the Guardian's icon, a gleaming gold dragon twining serpent-like about a pyramid of black marble. The icon was a relic from Rhilshen, carved from the same stone as the temple I had claimed as my fortress after reviving the Guardian, and cast from bright yellow gold mined from the Dragonspine Mountains. It was a relic of home.
The metal warmed under my touch. An almost overwhelming sense of regret clouded my thoughts, licking at the bottom of my diminishing rage, sent me reeling.
"What happened to the nice, friendly, always with a smile Alysia?" Chris had asked.
That question again. It's one I'd spent enough time - no, too much time asking myself.
Apparently most of RhyDin is one dimensional: it is required to be completely happy all the time, black or white. The populace is not prepared to see anything out of the ordinary. So I explained in an extreme generalization, that the friendly, silly, and happy side of myself was a rather uncommon appearance, until I started spending time with Lucien several years ago. Kitty added something about my perpetually grumpy demeanor.
Chris nodded and sucked on his beer. "Ah ya. . . I see. Just until ya got ya hooks in him "
Okay. I had enough of his provocation the night before. Didn't want to get into that again. But he kept on with little sniping remarks, announcing that I was only friendly to him because he is friends with Lucien... I did ask him, later, what the Hell his problem was.
"Shit, lady, I'm not the one that pretended to like ya to get with someone."
As if I have ever pretended to like someone I disliked. As if I have ever had to do something like that to 'get with someone', as Chris so crudely put it. As if I had never known Lucien before, and my relationship with him was something as simple and brief as 'getting with someone.'
I was stunned. Couldn't come up with much to say, other than, "No, you've never pretended to like me, Chris. And I've never -pretended- to like you. Sorry if you feel otherwise."
Chris just laughed. "Ya some serious issues, Alysia. I liked ya, now though, could care less."
No matter how I asked him, I couldn't get an answer from him. Nor could Kitty. Nor could the Pixie.
There was a time I would have killed with less provocation.
Perhaps I don't hold honor so dear, anymore.
Dark Lake Manor, Rhydin.
Regrets.
Woken by an unpleasant dream in the hours preceding dawn, I was angry. To the point of becoming almost blind with blood rage. I tried to keep my breathing even and slow. Tried to focus on the fact that it was just a dream of a memory. Tried to not to wake Lucien as I slipped out of bed and pulled a robe on, heading for the solitude of my tower.
Slammed the door, though, when I realized that my tower would not present solitude, and veered toward the shrine to Dthrendtalen, instead.
I touched the Guardian's icon, a gleaming gold dragon twining serpent-like about a pyramid of black marble. The icon was a relic from Rhilshen, carved from the same stone as the temple I had claimed as my fortress after reviving the Guardian, and cast from bright yellow gold mined from the Dragonspine Mountains. It was a relic of home.
The metal warmed under my touch. An almost overwhelming sense of regret clouded my thoughts, licking at the bottom of my diminishing rage, sent me reeling.
"What happened to the nice, friendly, always with a smile Alysia?" Chris had asked.
That question again. It's one I'd spent enough time - no, too much time asking myself.
Apparently most of RhyDin is one dimensional: it is required to be completely happy all the time, black or white. The populace is not prepared to see anything out of the ordinary. So I explained in an extreme generalization, that the friendly, silly, and happy side of myself was a rather uncommon appearance, until I started spending time with Lucien several years ago. Kitty added something about my perpetually grumpy demeanor.
Chris nodded and sucked on his beer. "Ah ya. . . I see. Just until ya got ya hooks in him "
Okay. I had enough of his provocation the night before. Didn't want to get into that again. But he kept on with little sniping remarks, announcing that I was only friendly to him because he is friends with Lucien... I did ask him, later, what the Hell his problem was.
"Shit, lady, I'm not the one that pretended to like ya to get with someone."
As if I have ever pretended to like someone I disliked. As if I have ever had to do something like that to 'get with someone', as Chris so crudely put it. As if I had never known Lucien before, and my relationship with him was something as simple and brief as 'getting with someone.'
I was stunned. Couldn't come up with much to say, other than, "No, you've never pretended to like me, Chris. And I've never -pretended- to like you. Sorry if you feel otherwise."
Chris just laughed. "Ya some serious issues, Alysia. I liked ya, now though, could care less."
No matter how I asked him, I couldn't get an answer from him. Nor could Kitty. Nor could the Pixie.
There was a time I would have killed with less provocation.
Perhaps I don't hold honor so dear, anymore.