Post by erosaf on Feb 6, 2010 15:37:54 GMT 8
Never Chosen
I sighed as I wandered through the woods towards where I was heading. The woods were bright and sunny at this time of the year. Though I was alone, I had some friends in the creatures of the bush. If only though, I would be happy here. That was something I really doubted would ever happen. Life seemed so boring at the moment for me.
Farming was a part of me. I lived on a farm. A fair distance from the town of Darkshore. I liked my home and my mother and father had both wished me luck when I left this morning to try and impress a griffon. It was not the first time that I had tried, sadly. Love was not the thing for me. No I was more of the practical sort of person. I liked to be doing things for myself.
Not that that mattered to me. I knew who I was and I knew what I wanted from my life. Something special was happening today and once more I was seeing if the griffon's would choose me. It never seemed to happen but I did not really care. After all, I was new to this sort of thing.
The townsfolk were different to those who lived out on the farm, growing things for a living. They saw farmers as underprivileged, and unworthy anything but scorn. Something that seemed to get to us a lot when we actually decided to come in from what they called, 'the life of a hermit' and see what was going on in town.
People would tease me when they saw me coming to try and impress a griffon. They always did, but it was nothing to me. I wanted one really badly, it would show them that anyone could be a griffon rider and that the griffon's were not biased.
That made all the sense in the world to me. There was nothing else that would make my life feel complete, other than that one thing. Sure someone might love me, but was love what mattered most to me in this world? No, it meant very little to me at the moment.
The town was not that big. It was one of the smaller ones, but a lot of griffon riders came from this place. Therefore, the griffon riders came here often to try and get more people to join their ranks. It was not the odd sight now to see one of them wandering the streets and also listening to some of the local stories about themselves.
The griffon riders were, after all, very respected people.
I sighed as I reached the place the griffon's waited in. Two of the creatures walked through the room, looking at all of us. What frightening beasts they were, for those who were not used to seeing them. One of them seemed to watch me as I joined the line, as was his bonded partner. I wondered why.
The griffon's were picky. Everyone knew that. So few were ever considered good enough for them. But more than an average amount came from here, so anything was possible.
I stood in the line waiting patiently. Everything I knew about the griffon riders was in my head at the moment. Could I possibly be one of them? Or was the fact I was a mere farm girl not enough for them?
There were three eggs this time, I could see them at last. All of them were a dull muddy brown, though the chicks themselves were not that colour. The colour of the eggs was a deception. Though not many realised that. I sighed, touching the eggs, trying to get rid of the eyes on my back. All the staring from those two was starting to get a little annoying right now.
This was the chance of a lifetime and I knew that. Even if I was not picked, I was sure that I would be able to hide my disappointment from all these townsfolk. Not everyone had mastery over their emotions like I did.
I sighed. No response. Again.
None of the eggs had responded to my hand on their shells. I would leave now, instead of watching other people get chosen. I did not need to be here to see who else was chosen. Plus my father and mother would be waiting to see if I came home empty handed or not. Empty handed indeed.
This always happened to me, not that that really mattered to me. At least I had been able to try. Nothing mattered but that. So what if I was not chosen? I could hear people laughing as I walked out of the hall. They always scorned me, I was nothing to them.
“Oi, hissing tongue, I thought you were told never to come to this town again,” a loud male voice called. Of course he would have seen me in the town by now, who hadn't?
I sighed, turning to face the man who had dared to call me that. Hissing tongue. It was a name given to me because some of my words came out elongated, because of the way I spoke them. Though why this was an issue for me, I did not really understand.
“So what if I speak a little differently from you,” I said. It was not like I was the only one in that position. There were others but I was teased because girls were not meant to speak the way I did. Sadly I could not help it. This was the way I was.
I did not care if I was different, because technically, we all had something unique in us. Some people though just did not seem to notice that. Before he had a go at me, I turned and left the building, heading out of the town as quickly as I could. Sure it would bring bad to my family because I had dared to answer him back, but we got through anything that was thrown at us as a family. We had no love for those who thought they were better than us.
I sighed as I walked. It was time for me to find some place else to go for a while. I thought about the river I went to, to sit, think and bathe. Maybe that was the right place for me to go to. After all it was a quiet place and no one seemed to like that particular river except me. Not that I cared that no one else went there. It was my place.
Everyone has a special place to go to, and that stream was mine. No one really knew me that well, except my parents. I was often quite lonely with no friends my own. Not that it mattered to me. My friends were the animals in the bush itself. A thing that made me happy all the time.
I could spend hours alone in the forest and never be hurt when I came back in. Why? The animals were my friends. A thing I adored about them. There was always some animal hanging around me. Instead of human friends, I was friends with the animals of the bush.
That in my mind, I started to walk in the direction of the river. To think about my life as it was so far.
I sighed as I wandered through the woods towards where I was heading. The woods were bright and sunny at this time of the year. Though I was alone, I had some friends in the creatures of the bush. If only though, I would be happy here. That was something I really doubted would ever happen. Life seemed so boring at the moment for me.
Farming was a part of me. I lived on a farm. A fair distance from the town of Darkshore. I liked my home and my mother and father had both wished me luck when I left this morning to try and impress a griffon. It was not the first time that I had tried, sadly. Love was not the thing for me. No I was more of the practical sort of person. I liked to be doing things for myself.
Not that that mattered to me. I knew who I was and I knew what I wanted from my life. Something special was happening today and once more I was seeing if the griffon's would choose me. It never seemed to happen but I did not really care. After all, I was new to this sort of thing.
The townsfolk were different to those who lived out on the farm, growing things for a living. They saw farmers as underprivileged, and unworthy anything but scorn. Something that seemed to get to us a lot when we actually decided to come in from what they called, 'the life of a hermit' and see what was going on in town.
People would tease me when they saw me coming to try and impress a griffon. They always did, but it was nothing to me. I wanted one really badly, it would show them that anyone could be a griffon rider and that the griffon's were not biased.
That made all the sense in the world to me. There was nothing else that would make my life feel complete, other than that one thing. Sure someone might love me, but was love what mattered most to me in this world? No, it meant very little to me at the moment.
The town was not that big. It was one of the smaller ones, but a lot of griffon riders came from this place. Therefore, the griffon riders came here often to try and get more people to join their ranks. It was not the odd sight now to see one of them wandering the streets and also listening to some of the local stories about themselves.
The griffon riders were, after all, very respected people.
I sighed as I reached the place the griffon's waited in. Two of the creatures walked through the room, looking at all of us. What frightening beasts they were, for those who were not used to seeing them. One of them seemed to watch me as I joined the line, as was his bonded partner. I wondered why.
The griffon's were picky. Everyone knew that. So few were ever considered good enough for them. But more than an average amount came from here, so anything was possible.
I stood in the line waiting patiently. Everything I knew about the griffon riders was in my head at the moment. Could I possibly be one of them? Or was the fact I was a mere farm girl not enough for them?
There were three eggs this time, I could see them at last. All of them were a dull muddy brown, though the chicks themselves were not that colour. The colour of the eggs was a deception. Though not many realised that. I sighed, touching the eggs, trying to get rid of the eyes on my back. All the staring from those two was starting to get a little annoying right now.
This was the chance of a lifetime and I knew that. Even if I was not picked, I was sure that I would be able to hide my disappointment from all these townsfolk. Not everyone had mastery over their emotions like I did.
I sighed. No response. Again.
None of the eggs had responded to my hand on their shells. I would leave now, instead of watching other people get chosen. I did not need to be here to see who else was chosen. Plus my father and mother would be waiting to see if I came home empty handed or not. Empty handed indeed.
This always happened to me, not that that really mattered to me. At least I had been able to try. Nothing mattered but that. So what if I was not chosen? I could hear people laughing as I walked out of the hall. They always scorned me, I was nothing to them.
“Oi, hissing tongue, I thought you were told never to come to this town again,” a loud male voice called. Of course he would have seen me in the town by now, who hadn't?
I sighed, turning to face the man who had dared to call me that. Hissing tongue. It was a name given to me because some of my words came out elongated, because of the way I spoke them. Though why this was an issue for me, I did not really understand.
“So what if I speak a little differently from you,” I said. It was not like I was the only one in that position. There were others but I was teased because girls were not meant to speak the way I did. Sadly I could not help it. This was the way I was.
I did not care if I was different, because technically, we all had something unique in us. Some people though just did not seem to notice that. Before he had a go at me, I turned and left the building, heading out of the town as quickly as I could. Sure it would bring bad to my family because I had dared to answer him back, but we got through anything that was thrown at us as a family. We had no love for those who thought they were better than us.
I sighed as I walked. It was time for me to find some place else to go for a while. I thought about the river I went to, to sit, think and bathe. Maybe that was the right place for me to go to. After all it was a quiet place and no one seemed to like that particular river except me. Not that I cared that no one else went there. It was my place.
Everyone has a special place to go to, and that stream was mine. No one really knew me that well, except my parents. I was often quite lonely with no friends my own. Not that it mattered to me. My friends were the animals in the bush itself. A thing that made me happy all the time.
I could spend hours alone in the forest and never be hurt when I came back in. Why? The animals were my friends. A thing I adored about them. There was always some animal hanging around me. Instead of human friends, I was friends with the animals of the bush.
That in my mind, I started to walk in the direction of the river. To think about my life as it was so far.