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 Broken Bonds, WI:17 {Ruri/Dandelion}
Ruriko
 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 02:35 AM
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Her life did not feel like her own.

It was even worse since she'd come to this Weyr with Norla. They had first brought her, and then she had agreed to go with the dragonrider and Norla to find their other sisters. Kala had been the only one to be located. If their other two siblings were alive, they didn't know. Larka felt like she was in some strange dream world. The only thing that felt real to her was her icehowler pup, Fell. She could not have said why she had so strong a connection with the large black beast--even as a pup he was huge, bigger than the dogs of this place or any other, for that matter. She had seen a couple of others since coming to this place from afar. They were monstrous as adults, but somehow that only made her feel safer in the company of her one and only friend.

Life in exile had set them all up to fail. They could have stuck together and drawn strength from one another, but they had not. Though Larka's leaving had not been of her own choosing, she had left and lived with those traders in a dream-like state, much as she'd been doing here. One day at a time, and trying not to think of life back on the isles. There was no way back, after all, so what good would it do? Besides, after Norla had left, she'd been even more alone. She'd always felt quite alone. She could not pass off as a boy like they had. She was left alone, by herself, hidden in a dark cave and told not to come out unless they were there--they often were not. She did not forgive them that. Even though they had been trying to protect her, they had sent her into another kind of exile in doing so. And then Norla and her brother left them all. They'd suffered all the more for it. She went many nights hungry--she knew they all had, but her more than most. They could at least eat in the presence of the others. How to explain bringing food back with them? When there was so little, it hadn't been easy to even sneak her food at times when it was scarce. Yes, they had done what they could. Yet she couldn't help but feel they had not tried all that hard. It was survival of the fittest. Yourself first and others later. That was how she felt they must have viewed it.

Fell was romping in the freshly fallen snow. Puppyish and gangly were his movements. Too-large--massive--paws smacked the snow and sent up sprays. He took a few tumbles, causing her to smile or once even laugh--a thing so rare for her--when he shoved his face into the snow, and with it there, began to run. He'd run into a large snowbank and exited, sneezing thrice. She quickly bit back the laughter, looking around nervously. She was not allowed to make loud noises back where she came from. No loud noises at all--that included laughter. She might be heard. She might be found. She saw a figure approaching and paused. Fell always seemed to sense her emotions. He was so in tune with her, that he stopped and padded to her side, an ears swiveling as he watched the person draw nearer. Larka was surprised--though should she have been?--to see it was her sister, Kala. She stood and waited for the other young woman to draw near. Here, especially, it felt she was looking at a stranger. Though her heart felt something, it felt so odd to her. Love? Longing for something that might have been, and she was not sure ever was? Whatever it was, the broken bonds she had with her sisters would take time to mend. Perhaps a long, long time--if they could be mended at all.

"Kala," she said, the word simple, a question and perhaps a greeting. Her hand on Fell's neck steadied and reassured her. Her expression was impassive, unreadable. She didn't know what to say. It wasn't like she had ever really said much for many turns. After Norla had gone, she had gotten somber and quieter. More given to thought and a realistic view of her world, and the realities around her. This, however, did not feel real. She was out of her element, as much as it was possible to be.
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It was winter, and for the first time in her life, Kala could enjoy it. On the island, winter was always a time to be dreaded. Besides the cold, which chilled her fingers and toes, food was even scarier than normal, and everyone's tempers were shorter, too. She’d tried to keep out of the way, but some winters were worse than others. Now was different. Now she had food and warm clothing and a soft dry place to sleep. She could have hot drinks if she wanted, and watch the snow falling before retreating inside to stay by the fire. Now that she was not hungry and cold and frightened, Kala decided she liked winter. Especially the snow, that was her favorite part.

Today she had ventured out not long after her chores were done. Wrapped in a heavy wool cloak, she wore sturdy boots and a long sleeved woolen shirt and trousers. Her hands she kept stuffed in the cloak’s pockets. Though Norla had given her a pair of gloves earlier, she’d gone off and left them hanging by the fire. Now she had to do without till she could get back in and fetch them. Humming to herself Kala walked, pausing to watch the snow. Here, so long as she got her work done, nobody minded if she hummed or sang to herself. It was yet another thing that was different about here, another way here was better than home.

Something moved up ahead and she paused, tilting her head to see it. Oh. It was her sister and her big icehowler pup. The dog seemed to love the snow as much as Kala did. She giggled as it dove into a snow pile then came up sneezing. Silly icehowler! Larka must’ve seen her, because she called her name. ”Hello Larka,” Kala said and waved. Back home, she and her sister did not talk much. Actually they hardly said two words to each other. Larka was kept away from the others and Kala wasn’t good at talking to anybody, even her own family. Now, staring at her sister, she wasn’t sure what to say next. ”Do you like the snow?”
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While Larka was feeling less settled, she was not unappreciative of the fact that everything had changed for her since her escape from the island they had gone into exile with their father. Even the traders had provided for her so long as she'd done her part--and she had, too. She was as happy as she might be to be busy being of some use. Once she'd been given Fell, she'd had her first, real, taste at happiness--as much as she'd ever had, that was. She had been living day to day, uncertain. Even though she'd been reassured she would always have a place with the traders if she wanted it...it was hard to trust when everyone in her life, in her mind, had abandoned or betrayed her in their ways. Still, she'd been forming some bonds, without realizing it. They were fragile things, but she had been. Then Norla had come and brought her here. She was less at her ease here than there, with the Traders, despite her two siblings being here.

Still, she was grateful. Norla had seen to it she had clean clothing suitable to the weather. She had her own, albeit small--Norla had said she'd have larger when Fell was too big for them to be there comfortably--room, in the lower caverns, where the drudges slept. Here that was what she'd asked to be. She did not know how to read or write. She was not comfortable, just yet, having someone teach her. She was too new here, and while she had been thinking about it a little as of the past few days especially, she was simply trying to get used to being here. She felt more useful to the Traders. Her hunting and other skills were certainly needed. Here, while she was not at all too proud to do it, the chores were menial. Changing glows. Cleaning after others--doing laundry, helping in the kitchens...she couldn't help feel a nagging sense she should have been doing something more. The lessons were sounding more and more tempting by the day, even if she told herself it was better to settle and keep her nose to the ground.

"You look well," the younger of the two replied, not unkindly, but without being able to make her tone friendly. For one poorly used to social graces or interactions, speaking to others was another thing that was not coming easily. No matter that this was Kala or not. She blinked a moment, confused as to the question. It was only a question, and yet it had caught her a little off guard. "I...don't hate it," she answered, truthfully. She had hated it, back on the island. Snow meant sickness, cold, and the risk of freezing to death. Less food, if any at all. Winter here...it was different when you had food and warm drinks. Clothing and no fear of sickness or death looming over you constantly. "It is...different here," she admitted. She stared out over the Weyr, then, blue eyes taking in the stark white scenery before them. The Weyr was beautiful. That was not lost on her, certainly. The island had been, too, but in a darker, wilder and more frightening way. "You like it?" She meant 'the snow', but did not waste words unnecessarily when she felt the meaning was clear. She placed a hand on Fell's scruff, her own hands without mitts as well. She did not like mittens, much. They were perhaps practical, but with them, she could not feel things. For some reason, that bothered her. She did, however, very much like the fur-lined hide boots, which kept out water and thus snow. Never had she had something so nice in the cold. Her jacket, too, was fur lined and very warm. There had been jackets on the island, but they were far more poorly made and not nearly as warm. The same went for boots, if she was lucky enough to have anything at all that was not simply hide tied onto her feet.
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