Two-Bit Con Artist
Passenger Liner, The Light of Commenor - Hyperspace
Irajah breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, trying to unclench her teeth. It was hard when she was trying to track down all of the ants in their room. How were there ants on a star ship anyway? She had no idea. But of course they'd find their room. Because of course there had been a sticky bun hidden in one of [member="Boo Chiyo"]'s pockets- and forgotten about.
She was trying to understand. She really was. But she had no experience anything like what he had gone through. And she just didn't understand why he couldn't understand that she was going to keep making sure he got food- that he didn't have to worry about being hungry anymore.
Even after her own experiences, she couldn't understand. It wasn't possible. She had never had to fend for herself in the way he had. Where trust was a liability. She didn't understand why he couldn't trust her, at least a little, after the last week and a half- what she didn't even fathom, a thought that didn't even really occur to her, was that he didn't even understand the entire point of trusting her. Everything had been used as a weapon against him. And old habits died hard. Because he was eating regularly, the food had been easy to forget in the pocket. Not taking it in case he needed it later? It wasn't even an option.
No, she didn't understand. But she was trying.
Still shuffling through the laundry, carefully crushing each individual ant, Irajah sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry I raised my voice. I shouldn't have yelled. I just-"
Something about the way the quiet echoed made her look up. She wasn't talking to the blue-skinned boy. She was talking to an empty room. The door out to the hallway was slightly ajar.
"Chit."
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
Irajah breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, trying to unclench her teeth. It was hard when she was trying to track down all of the ants in their room. How were there ants on a star ship anyway? She had no idea. But of course they'd find their room. Because of course there had been a sticky bun hidden in one of [member="Boo Chiyo"]'s pockets- and forgotten about.
She was trying to understand. She really was. But she had no experience anything like what he had gone through. And she just didn't understand why he couldn't understand that she was going to keep making sure he got food- that he didn't have to worry about being hungry anymore.
Even after her own experiences, she couldn't understand. It wasn't possible. She had never had to fend for herself in the way he had. Where trust was a liability. She didn't understand why he couldn't trust her, at least a little, after the last week and a half- what she didn't even fathom, a thought that didn't even really occur to her, was that he didn't even understand the entire point of trusting her. Everything had been used as a weapon against him. And old habits died hard. Because he was eating regularly, the food had been easy to forget in the pocket. Not taking it in case he needed it later? It wasn't even an option.
No, she didn't understand. But she was trying.
Still shuffling through the laundry, carefully crushing each individual ant, Irajah sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry I raised my voice. I shouldn't have yelled. I just-"
Something about the way the quiet echoed made her look up. She wasn't talking to the blue-skinned boy. She was talking to an empty room. The door out to the hallway was slightly ajar.
"Chit."
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]