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birthrightgreen) wrote2006-02-22 08:30 am
birthrightgreen) wrote2006-02-22 08:30 am
Write about an overheard remark or secret you were not supposed to have heard
It was decided. The man would make the house ready for us, and we would go in two days time. A home, warm and safe. School for me. I could read already. Mother had seen to that. But this Craft they spoke of...
Titian didn't talk about it. I know now, it's because she couldn't reach her own, and was too young to know what to do for me. Broken as she was, she couldn't teach me herself and she made barely enough money to see me fed. Tutors were an expense she couldn't dream of affording. But the man was going to pay for it, and he didn't ask her anything in return.
I practiced saying his name in my head as I lay in bed. Daemon. Sadi. Daemon Sadi. If I practiced other things in my head, that shall remain the foolishness of a ten year old girl that none of you need to know about.
All my practicing was interrupted by their voices in the other room.
"Who was her father?" Already that deadly purr told me to be wary.
"She has no father," my mother snarled back. It was her right. She could deny paternity. She'd never told me, that was for sure.
"Who sired her?" His voice hadn't changed tone.
Titian growled. That was never a good thing, and for a minute, I was scared for the man. I'd seen my mother kill. But then I remembered his eyes, and I knew that he couldn't be killed.
His voice was gentler. "Who did this to you? To her? Took you so young and then left you both like this."
"He doesn't know she exists. He can never know. Never." There was fear in my mother's voice and that scared me more than the rest.
I didn't know it then, but he could have just picked the information from her brain. For all I know, he already had. She knew that, too, of course. But for some reason he wanted her to say it.
Maybe he wanted me to know.
"Who was he?"
There was a long silence, and then finally, her voice again, defeated. Afraid. "Kartane SaDiablo."
Even I felt a thrill of fear at that. Dorothea's son. It was no wonder we were always so afraid. Hiding.
"I see." And he did. More than I did, then. All the reasons I had to be hidden. No one knew how strong I'd be, but if Dorothea knew she had a granddaughter who could grow to be as strong as I am now...I might not have been schooled in politics and Craft as I am now, but I knew that was bad.
That such a name would follow me. Haunt me. Her blood in mine. That taint. Hayll and then Terreille lives in fear of her, and we were no exception.
Only now I knew we had a reason.
Titian didn't talk about it. I know now, it's because she couldn't reach her own, and was too young to know what to do for me. Broken as she was, she couldn't teach me herself and she made barely enough money to see me fed. Tutors were an expense she couldn't dream of affording. But the man was going to pay for it, and he didn't ask her anything in return.
I practiced saying his name in my head as I lay in bed. Daemon. Sadi. Daemon Sadi. If I practiced other things in my head, that shall remain the foolishness of a ten year old girl that none of you need to know about.
All my practicing was interrupted by their voices in the other room.
"Who was her father?" Already that deadly purr told me to be wary.
"She has no father," my mother snarled back. It was her right. She could deny paternity. She'd never told me, that was for sure.
"Who sired her?" His voice hadn't changed tone.
Titian growled. That was never a good thing, and for a minute, I was scared for the man. I'd seen my mother kill. But then I remembered his eyes, and I knew that he couldn't be killed.
His voice was gentler. "Who did this to you? To her? Took you so young and then left you both like this."
"He doesn't know she exists. He can never know. Never." There was fear in my mother's voice and that scared me more than the rest.
I didn't know it then, but he could have just picked the information from her brain. For all I know, he already had. She knew that, too, of course. But for some reason he wanted her to say it.
Maybe he wanted me to know.
"Who was he?"
There was a long silence, and then finally, her voice again, defeated. Afraid. "Kartane SaDiablo."
Even I felt a thrill of fear at that. Dorothea's son. It was no wonder we were always so afraid. Hiding.
"I see." And he did. More than I did, then. All the reasons I had to be hidden. No one knew how strong I'd be, but if Dorothea knew she had a granddaughter who could grow to be as strong as I am now...I might not have been schooled in politics and Craft as I am now, but I knew that was bad.
That such a name would follow me. Haunt me. Her blood in mine. That taint. Hayll and then Terreille lives in fear of her, and we were no exception.
Only now I knew we had a reason.