Post by Gillian Wilkins on Jan 10, 2014 13:01:17 GMT -5
She tugged at the material trying to pull it farther down her arms even though she had run out of room. It was times like this she wished she could just crawl into the material and cocoon herself against their questions. She would have to find a way to thank Miss Grace for making the outfit to her specifications of staying totally covered. However laced with good intentions, the verbal probing never failed to set her on edge. Questions always led to conversation. Conversation led backward and from there, Gillian would always find herself falling flat with her hair in the mud. So she’d square danced as best she could around Corinna’s curiosity.
The Shrine of Spirituality shimmered and beckoned, dragging her up with its invisible tendrils as she uttered the Mantra the same way she had when Katalin brought her the last time. She tried to sit but didn’t like being that immobile in case she needed to move quickly. She attempted to kneel but her calves spasmed in a Charlie-horse. So she stood.
Corinna had asked her why she wanted to join the Rangers. It was a place to fit in, she’d replied. Skara had assisted her in a time of need and it was fair she return the favor. So much better than saying, I’d rather be damaged in a crowd than on my own. No, not damaged: Broken. There was a difference. Damaged could be repaired. Broken was beyond hope. The realization wasn’t new, but it didn’t stop her from nodding once in confirmation, if only to herself and to the shrine. And it was this reason she would learn to be useful. Her healing skills last night left a lot to be desired. She’d have to practice and she’d have to improve or she knew they would never keep her. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head, “Gillian you’re either part of the solution, or you’re part of the problem.” Even if it wasn’t a harvest, it was still accurate. She answered the voice aloud. "I'll be useful mama, They won't have to replace me." Turning around, she stepped into the sparklies and felt herself pulled down to the lower level.
The Shrine of Spirituality shimmered and beckoned, dragging her up with its invisible tendrils as she uttered the Mantra the same way she had when Katalin brought her the last time. She tried to sit but didn’t like being that immobile in case she needed to move quickly. She attempted to kneel but her calves spasmed in a Charlie-horse. So she stood.
Corinna had asked her why she wanted to join the Rangers. It was a place to fit in, she’d replied. Skara had assisted her in a time of need and it was fair she return the favor. So much better than saying, I’d rather be damaged in a crowd than on my own. No, not damaged: Broken. There was a difference. Damaged could be repaired. Broken was beyond hope. The realization wasn’t new, but it didn’t stop her from nodding once in confirmation, if only to herself and to the shrine. And it was this reason she would learn to be useful. Her healing skills last night left a lot to be desired. She’d have to practice and she’d have to improve or she knew they would never keep her. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head, “Gillian you’re either part of the solution, or you’re part of the problem.” Even if it wasn’t a harvest, it was still accurate. She answered the voice aloud. "I'll be useful mama, They won't have to replace me." Turning around, she stepped into the sparklies and felt herself pulled down to the lower level.