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“A’ lye Tinu,
Lle selet’ nane utunea ten’lle ar’ he engwar ta lanna.
Utunea ascuva ar’ tuluva eska ten’ n’nir enquier; i' malda lle tulte maghe ten’ fallaner nan’ re sal’ antaya ner tuluva eska a’ mootaya ten anwa alma.
N’uma ten lye, nan tenlle selet’.
Lye a’nooti no’ lle nelde’tinu.
Ascuva eska’no.
-Nosse Tel’dwen Guldar.”
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Liana mumbled in annoyance as she closed the piece of parchment back up and glanced the front of it over which held her full name and the ‘care of’ address: the Trinsic barracks. She wished she hadn’t opened it now and had thought about just tossing it onto the shelf first of all, the seal unbroken to be read later on when she was in a better mood, but then worry had overwhelmed her in case it had held something actually important; but of course it just said the usual, and working well to the effect intended- to push her firmly down the path of guilt and self loathing for her ‘selfishness’.
Placing it down on the seat beside her, she laced her fingers behind her head and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling with a slight yawn. She hadn’t slept too well for the uncomfortably aching bruises on her body but didn’t want to waste the day with a nap, not that she had much else to waste it on.
She should probably write back, she pondered with a sigh; flitting her eyes to the paper and then quickly away as guilt welled up again. But what would she say? Sorry but I have more important things to do? It was true, she thought with a slight blush but it wasn’t worth the wrath of her parents to say so.
Sinking further into the chair with a grumble she reached out with one hand and flicked the paper with her thumb and forefinger from the chair to the floor: out of sight and out of mind, or at least worth a try.
She’d only been back a couple of weeks and a lot of things had changed; she hadn’t been sure if Iljian would forgive her and she wasn’t sure if he had yet entirely but they were working on it at least, and he had welcomed her into his home; saving her from the strange odour of the barracks. She sound of the sea and its waves crashing against the rocks gave her a constant sense of panic somewhere in the knot of her stomach but it was worth the torture to be where she was now, even when the sound aided to fill her dreams with watery nightmares.
Shifting a bit in the chair, trying to get comfortable she decided to give up as it didn’t seem to want to co-operate, and got to her feet with a wince of pain. Dragging her fingers through her hair thoughtfully she glanced to the piece of parchment on the floor and swiped it up with a huff, tossing it onto the chair she had been sat on before limping towards the ladder and ascending it with some effort and pauses.
Flopping onto the small bed at the top, Liana yawned and put her hands behind her head again; her eyes trailed around the room with a soft smile as she pondered on her present and future until her eyes found the small thin book on the chest: she’d given it to Iljian what felt like years ago and she still remembered the sentences word for word, and still they brought a heat to her cheeks, even if he didn’t know most of what it said.
The words were still true, she thought to herself, frowning slightly and turning onto her side with her eyes still on the book and the paper frog that sat on it. Not that he would believe them, and why should he? She continued bitterly, wrinkling her nose at her own thoughts- she’d left him for almost a full turn of the seasons with no letters and no explanations…
Sitting up suddenly as if to stand up and fight her thoughts with her fists, Liana glared at nothing in particular for a minute before sighing and flopping back to the bed. There wasn’t much she could do about it apart from wait and hope, and try and do anything she could to prove herself again, not that she knew how to do that apart from staying, no matter the constant letters from home of which she had received two already in the space of three days.
Touching her healing lip with a sigh despite the caring orders not to, Liana yawned again and curled up on her side, shuffling a bit to try and find a position which didn’t put pressure on her fresh bruises. She would try and find some sleep, despite it being high afternoon and despite it being a waste of the day, she had a belated picnic to prepare when she woke, she pondered as her eyes drooped closed.