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Orual · 05-14-2003, 08:49 PM

Dôranna had been concentrating on keeping her breathing deep and regular, and on keeping her strides long and smooth. She was not an excellent runner, as her peers in Lorién and Rivendell measured it, but she was certainly one of the fastest among the Hunted.

"So," Lanbriel asked suddenly, "were you two surprised to get chosen? Or was it something that was sure to happen?"

Dôranna laughed, a little roughly. "It was not a surprise at all. I had heard rumours that I was to be chosen, but it was only a matter of time. I'd evaded it for a long time. I've been a slave longer than any of you have been alive."

Santiara looked away uncomfortably, and Lanbriel's green eyes were a little wary. Dôranna frowned, and regretted her words. She should not have been so harsh; Lanbriel was a girl, and Santiara scarcely more than one herself. She said, more gently: "No, I was not surprised. I was only lucky that I wasn't chosen sooner." She looked around at her fellow Hunted, and her mouth hardened into a thin line. As far as she could tell, the eldest was Manituros, and he was not even thirty. Had she known his parents? Yes, actually, she supposed that she had. If he was the same man she thought he was, she had helped his grandmother when she was giving birth to his mother. She sighed heavily. Life and death, and death, and death...how old was the girl, Haven? Thirteen? No, fifteen. She remembered now. Too much pain. Too much death.

"Dôranna?" Lanbriel's hesitant voice broke into her thoughts, and she suddenly realized that there was a hot tear running down her cheek. "Are you all right?"

"I'll be all right if you are," Dôranna replied, trying to sound stoic. She just hoped that she didn't sound as shaken as she really was.

05-14-2003, 08:49 PM	#11
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Dôranna had been concentrating on keeping her breathing deep and regular, and on keeping her strides long and smooth. She was not an excellent runner, as her peers in Lorién and Rivendell measured it, but she was certainly one of the fastest among the Hunted. "So," Lanbriel asked suddenly, "were you two surprised to get chosen? Or was it something that was sure to happen?" Dôranna laughed, a little roughly. "It was not a surprise at all. I had heard rumours that I was to be chosen, but it was only a matter of time. I'd evaded it for a long time. I've been a slave longer than any of you have been alive." Santiara looked away uncomfortably, and Lanbriel's green eyes were a little wary. Dôranna frowned, and regretted her words. She should not have been so harsh; Lanbriel was a girl, and Santiara scarcely more than one herself. She said, more gently: "No, I was not surprised. I was only lucky that I wasn't chosen sooner." She looked around at her fellow Hunted, and her mouth hardened into a thin line. As far as she could tell, the eldest was Manituros, and he was not even thirty. Had she known his parents? Yes, actually, she supposed that she had. If he was the same man she thought he was, she had helped his grandmother when she was giving birth to his mother. She sighed heavily. Life and death, and death, and death...how old was the girl, Haven? Thirteen? No, fifteen. She remembered now. Too much pain. Too much death. "Dôranna?" Lanbriel's hesitant voice broke into her thoughts, and she suddenly realized that there was a hot tear running down her cheek. "Are you all right?" "I'll be all right if you are," Dôranna replied, trying to sound stoic. She just hoped that she didn't sound as shaken as she really was. __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"