Roads to Everywhere [Nayru/Mila]
Dec 4, 2018 19:08:39 GMT -6
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 4, 2018 19:08:39 GMT -6
"...You took that way too literally," Nayru managed with a bit of a dry chuckle as she reigned in her frustration. All of this for... THAT? A stupid f**k**g misunderstanding that like, two sentences back and forth could have solved? No crap most dragons were born, bled, and could die. "I've seen enough of my own blood to know that pretty damn well."
It was a bit funny, in its own way. Dragons didn't necessarily sleep like humans did. And their minds were certainly different. Nayru knew she was a bit of an oddity as dragons went, the way her memory worked; most could simply naturally recall much of their past, and as far as she could tell they generally didn't go senile the way mortals did - the draconic mind was able to store and access an effectively infinite amount of information where the human brain could not, forgetting and losing information as it aged. She didn't necessarily understand HOW, no one did really, but perhaps future generations would figure it out. Nayru hoped she would still be alive for that. She didn't necessarily expect that to be true, but there was nothing wrong with hoping; rebellions and dreams alike were built on hope, after all.
For now, though...
Mila didn't strike her as an intrinsically bad person. A little awkward, maybe, and not very good at seeing different angles, but a decent enough person.
...But Nayru didn't think she was going to be able to like her. It was too much like Richter. So set in their beliefs, their ideals, their understanding of the world, that they couldn't recognize the poetry of reality when it stared them in the face. They believed that others had to think the same way as them; that there was one correct and many incorrect ideologies.
And that was okay, insofar as they didn't crusade for it. People weren't always going to get along. But Nayru didn't like having her words thrown back in her face, her good intentions used as ammunition against her, and she especially didn't appreciate the accusation that she had lied or misrepresented what had already been too much information to share in the first place.
There was little point in taking out her anger on Mila. The fault was hers, for getting too used to people like Veigue and Remus, open minded and willing to learn, or question what they did not understand; for forgetting her place and in the moment assuming that all could be like them. And she certainly didn't regret working to save Mila. To do so would be to betray her own ideals - that she should work for the betterment of Elibe, even if she didn't necessarily like everyone in it. But that also didn't mean she had to sit here and take this.
The dragon rose to her full height, smiling lightly down at the mage, though the look did not reach her eyes, then turned and walked away, pausing for a moment as she reached the door. "Thank you for your time, Mila. I am glad that you are recovering. Perhaps we will meet again someday."
I hope not.
And then she was gone.
[Nayru exit topic]
It was a bit funny, in its own way. Dragons didn't necessarily sleep like humans did. And their minds were certainly different. Nayru knew she was a bit of an oddity as dragons went, the way her memory worked; most could simply naturally recall much of their past, and as far as she could tell they generally didn't go senile the way mortals did - the draconic mind was able to store and access an effectively infinite amount of information where the human brain could not, forgetting and losing information as it aged. She didn't necessarily understand HOW, no one did really, but perhaps future generations would figure it out. Nayru hoped she would still be alive for that. She didn't necessarily expect that to be true, but there was nothing wrong with hoping; rebellions and dreams alike were built on hope, after all.
For now, though...
Mila didn't strike her as an intrinsically bad person. A little awkward, maybe, and not very good at seeing different angles, but a decent enough person.
...But Nayru didn't think she was going to be able to like her. It was too much like Richter. So set in their beliefs, their ideals, their understanding of the world, that they couldn't recognize the poetry of reality when it stared them in the face. They believed that others had to think the same way as them; that there was one correct and many incorrect ideologies.
And that was okay, insofar as they didn't crusade for it. People weren't always going to get along. But Nayru didn't like having her words thrown back in her face, her good intentions used as ammunition against her, and she especially didn't appreciate the accusation that she had lied or misrepresented what had already been too much information to share in the first place.
There was little point in taking out her anger on Mila. The fault was hers, for getting too used to people like Veigue and Remus, open minded and willing to learn, or question what they did not understand; for forgetting her place and in the moment assuming that all could be like them. And she certainly didn't regret working to save Mila. To do so would be to betray her own ideals - that she should work for the betterment of Elibe, even if she didn't necessarily like everyone in it. But that also didn't mean she had to sit here and take this.
The dragon rose to her full height, smiling lightly down at the mage, though the look did not reach her eyes, then turned and walked away, pausing for a moment as she reached the door. "Thank you for your time, Mila. I am glad that you are recovering. Perhaps we will meet again someday."
I hope not.
And then she was gone.
[Nayru exit topic]