01-08-2011, 11:43 AM
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Valinta nodded and scurried down the tree like a large, black squirrel, and then held up a largish plank of wood. Shawchert was letting her help, but it seemed like she could be doing more. She was stronger than she looked, and she and her father had built things together before. She could be of more use than just holding up planks of wood like that.
Thinking about whether or not to actually say something, though, was a battle. She wanted to prove to him that she wasn't just some dumb little girl, but she didn't want to put in any effort.
She concluded that she'd play along with his early assumption of her, and then when he realized who and what she actually was, she'd let it come back and bite him in the ass. That was what she planned for now, but eventually it would change.
Her plans always did. She had originally wanted to go to Mexico, but then boarded a different ship because she wanted to. Then, instead of heading south, she found Margaret, a relation of her mother's. And she lived with her. But then Margaret died, and so Valinta left the second shelter that she'd been forced from and just wandered until she found Cercatori d'Arte, where she could hone her dancing skills.
And yet, she still got the urge to leave. It was a vicsious cycle that would probably have her back at Cercatori, but she didn't mind. As long as she got to move and be comfortable with her movement. Not a single thing on the planet could make her feel out of place when she was moving herself. Not a thing.
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Valinta nodded and scurried down the tree like a large, black squirrel, and then held up a largish plank of wood. Shawchert was letting her help, but it seemed like she could be doing more. She was stronger than she looked, and she and her father had built things together before. She could be of more use than just holding up planks of wood like that.
Thinking about whether or not to actually say something, though, was a battle. She wanted to prove to him that she wasn't just some dumb little girl, but she didn't want to put in any effort.
She concluded that she'd play along with his early assumption of her, and then when he realized who and what she actually was, she'd let it come back and bite him in the ass. That was what she planned for now, but eventually it would change.
Her plans always did. She had originally wanted to go to Mexico, but then boarded a different ship because she wanted to. Then, instead of heading south, she found Margaret, a relation of her mother's. And she lived with her. But then Margaret died, and so Valinta left the second shelter that she'd been forced from and just wandered until she found Cercatori d'Arte, where she could hone her dancing skills.
And yet, she still got the urge to leave. It was a vicsious cycle that would probably have her back at Cercatori, but she didn't mind. As long as she got to move and be comfortable with her movement. Not a single thing on the planet could make her feel out of place when she was moving herself. Not a thing.
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