"I don't think they should have been blamed the way people are now. Acting like they never had any choice in the matter or they weren't wrong. There wouldn't have been a war at all if people hadn't been fighting over stupid things." Rey had strong opinions about the war. She had died too early on into it to fully understand the madness that took people over, but even if she knew she wouldn't have felt right about people putting all the blame on the dragons like they weren't just as eager to rush into war. As far as she was concerned all that violence and greed had already been there long before the war. She had seen plenty of evidence of it.
She exhales and brushes her wild hairs back, not bothering to try to tuck them away into the bun she'd twisted her hair into. It's hard not to feel lost. The dragon egg is exciting but also a terrifying responsibility. It's so much for someone who just came back to life to find the whole world upside down and confused. She was alone, and that wasn't so different. She had spent most of her young life alone. It was more the lack of direction or any idea of where to go from here that had her feeling overwhelmed.
Here she was in the city she had been dreaming of, and she found it beautiful, but the people in it felt all wrong and she worried what they would do if they found the egg she was keeping safe and hidden.
"I hope people can learn to forgive." She hadn't seen much forgiveness in her life, and her hopes of them changing their opinions weren't high. "And I hope that dragon isn't still suffering." Those roars had sounded so pained. She wondered if it was the mother of all those dead hatchlings in the pit.
Deciding to distract herself, she turns her head to look at Lauralae.
"I lived in the mountains." Not in the city, but near enough to know what the people in it were like. And then when she had made it to the city she had been sent away to a temple, told she needed to be taught not to be who she was before she could be allowed around people.
"If you climbed high enough you could see the sea on the horizon."
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She exhales and brushes her wild hairs back, not bothering to try to tuck them away into the bun she'd twisted her hair into. It's hard not to feel lost. The dragon egg is exciting but also a terrifying responsibility. It's so much for someone who just came back to life to find the whole world upside down and confused. She was alone, and that wasn't so different. She had spent most of her young life alone. It was more the lack of direction or any idea of where to go from here that had her feeling overwhelmed.
Here she was in the city she had been dreaming of, and she found it beautiful, but the people in it felt all wrong and she worried what they would do if they found the egg she was keeping safe and hidden.
"I hope people can learn to forgive." She hadn't seen much forgiveness in her life, and her hopes of them changing their opinions weren't high. "And I hope that dragon isn't still suffering." Those roars had sounded so pained. She wondered if it was the mother of all those dead hatchlings in the pit.
Deciding to distract herself, she turns her head to look at Lauralae.
"I lived in the mountains." Not in the city, but near enough to know what the people in it were like. And then when she had made it to the city she had been sent away to a temple, told she needed to be taught not to be who she was before she could be allowed around people.
"If you climbed high enough you could see the sea on the horizon."