✿ mallynap [Action/Accidental Voice]

[seiriald]

[All she had expected when she decided to come inside after yet another long day of gardening was to clean up and go straight to bed, especially after the wind had done much to hamper her progress with the small seedlings that were shooting up from the ground. While it had been bordering on nuisance, she had been otherwise cheered up to notice that the several more of the hardier plants had already started blooming.

But all happiness that had come with it was washed away while in the process of walking toward the door she finds herself picking up on a series of familiar noises behind her, ones she had never wanted to hear again and that she knew for a fact did not belong to anyone inside the safe household just beyond her reach. There's an unintentional, startled cry as she drops her coat and her journal to falls open in order for her reflexes to kick into gear to resist the droids, desperate to avoid capture while she silently hoped that someone inside would notice but not at the same time.

But her erratic behavior and moves made it that much easier to knock her out and take her away, so anyone who happened to hear her cry for help will find no trace of her anywhere outside the house other than her dropped possessions, tossed amidst several plants that had been trampled in the process.]

Comments

[falenandawn]

I do. Perhaps it is different for everyone... I could not say. I am but one person. I know some use hate as a motivator…. I know I did, once. But I eventually grew tired of it.

[Hating people changed nothing, in the end. He could hate a person's actions, and he could hate a person for choosing to live with ignorance.... but....

The only way he could change those things he had hated most was to move past them, to change it with his own hand.

And....]

You say people in your world hate those that are not human…. Do you not get tired? Of hating people for their ignorance?

[imatreenow]

...Of course I do. But I grew far more tired of their ignorance.

[His back remains turned to Frey. He cups a handful of the dirt and lets it slowly sift though his fingers to return to the earth, watching as it falls.] There was a time when I could stand up underneath the intolerance thrown down on me. No matter what happened, I could keep standing, because of the support from my sister and our companions. I believed change could take root.

[Then Martel had been killed. The words don't need to be spoken. They are palpable in the morning air.] ...The world knocked me down one time too many. Some crimes cannot be forgiven. Even...if I wanted to.

[But that exclusionary 'if' isn't as hard and definite as it should be. The thought has crossed his mind more than once through his long, winding existence, that he would be happier if he could let go.]