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rainbowfic2013-09-09 04:14 pm
kay_brooke) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-09 04:14 pm
Admin Yellow #20, Byzantium #4
Mods, could I get a color tag for Admin Yellow, please?
Name:kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Admin Yellow #20 (change will happen whether you embrace it or not), Byzantium #4 (a frog in a well does not know the great sea)
Styles/Supplies: Seed Beads, Frame, Graffiti
Word Count: 492
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Cheyti and home.
Note: Lint Roll answer forbookblather, who asked Cheyti: if you could go back to your birthplace, would you have?
Twenty years I spent alone--
No. That’s not true. Let me start over.
Twenty years I spent away from my family, my people, my land. The familiar ways of doing things. Half of my life, but the new ways have never supplanted the old.
I wasn’t alone. I had Gyeth, and our marriage, despite its political beginnings, has been a fruitful and happy one. I had Kyla, an intimidating sister by marriage who became a friend. I had my children: baffling Karina, shy Corin. So different from me and yet of me all the same, and I loved them more than my own life.
But I didn’t have my own people. Everyone in my family was Ceenta Voweiian through and through, even my own children, because I had given up my Wyrtessian heritage the day I married Gyeth, and my children would never know what it was like to breathe in the mountain air or bathe in the still lake outside Rednor, or walk in the shadow of the eldershall and feel that sense of comfort.
I gave it all up. I made my choice that wasn’t really a choice at all. I don’t regret it.
I wished so often I could see it again. That lake, that city, the little wooden cabin I shared with my two sisters. But it wasn’t possible.
Until it was.
Until my daughter--and how ashamed I am, that she had the bravery I did not--found her own way to discover her heritage. Until I discovered that I hadn’t needed to give it up after all, because things had changed and I had been too set in my ways to notice it.
I appreciate my daughter for that, even while I’m burning with embarrassment.
I’m not alone now. I have my Ceenta Voweiian family, and after twenty years I am in correspondence with my sisters once again.
But I no longer have a desire to go back.
It’s not completely from shame, though I can’t say that’s not a consideration. It’s simply that too many things have changed. I have a life here, and when I gave up Rednor I gave it up for good. It feels unseemly to want to go back, no matter how many tell me that it isn’t.
I guess I absorbed the elders’ lessons too well, and now I think I’m too old to change.
My daughter would be angry with me if she knew. She would accuse me of trying to keep her away from a part of her family. But she’s always been too eager to make things about herself when they’re not. I don’t care if she visits my sisters. I encourage it.
But that window, I’m afraid, is closed to me. I made a vow, and I made it forever, and a changing world does not justify the breaking of such a vow. I am content with letters. That is far more than I’d ever thought I’d have.
Name:
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Admin Yellow #20 (change will happen whether you embrace it or not), Byzantium #4 (a frog in a well does not know the great sea)
Styles/Supplies: Seed Beads, Frame, Graffiti
Word Count: 492
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Cheyti and home.
Note: Lint Roll answer for
bookblather, who asked Cheyti: if you could go back to your birthplace, would you have?Twenty years I spent alone--
No. That’s not true. Let me start over.
Twenty years I spent away from my family, my people, my land. The familiar ways of doing things. Half of my life, but the new ways have never supplanted the old.
I wasn’t alone. I had Gyeth, and our marriage, despite its political beginnings, has been a fruitful and happy one. I had Kyla, an intimidating sister by marriage who became a friend. I had my children: baffling Karina, shy Corin. So different from me and yet of me all the same, and I loved them more than my own life.
But I didn’t have my own people. Everyone in my family was Ceenta Voweiian through and through, even my own children, because I had given up my Wyrtessian heritage the day I married Gyeth, and my children would never know what it was like to breathe in the mountain air or bathe in the still lake outside Rednor, or walk in the shadow of the eldershall and feel that sense of comfort.
I gave it all up. I made my choice that wasn’t really a choice at all. I don’t regret it.
I wished so often I could see it again. That lake, that city, the little wooden cabin I shared with my two sisters. But it wasn’t possible.
Until it was.
Until my daughter--and how ashamed I am, that she had the bravery I did not--found her own way to discover her heritage. Until I discovered that I hadn’t needed to give it up after all, because things had changed and I had been too set in my ways to notice it.
I appreciate my daughter for that, even while I’m burning with embarrassment.
I’m not alone now. I have my Ceenta Voweiian family, and after twenty years I am in correspondence with my sisters once again.
But I no longer have a desire to go back.
It’s not completely from shame, though I can’t say that’s not a consideration. It’s simply that too many things have changed. I have a life here, and when I gave up Rednor I gave it up for good. It feels unseemly to want to go back, no matter how many tell me that it isn’t.
I guess I absorbed the elders’ lessons too well, and now I think I’m too old to change.
My daughter would be angry with me if she knew. She would accuse me of trying to keep her away from a part of her family. But she’s always been too eager to make things about herself when they’re not. I don’t care if she visits my sisters. I encourage it.
But that window, I’m afraid, is closed to me. I made a vow, and I made it forever, and a changing world does not justify the breaking of such a vow. I am content with letters. That is far more than I’d ever thought I’d have.
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*ahem*
I may be a mite fond of that color. ANYWAY your tag has been added and I'm a dignified mod, I swear.
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It looks like a fun group of quotes. I already have ideas for several of them.
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Thanks for reading!