Away from it All {Open}
Apr 12, 2012 18:36:19 GMT -5
Post by Minerva on Apr 12, 2012 18:36:19 GMT -5
Piper sighed. A long, soulful sigh. She hated this time of year. This time of year meant a fussy mother and an arrogant brother. No, not Arrogant. Just competitive. She had to love Nereus, try and be kind to him, even if he didn't reciprocate. Even if he didn't deserve it. Even if he was arrogant.
Piper wandered down to the beach, still thinking of the home she had left. Her mother was already getting herself into a tizzy over the Reaping. Nereus would never let himself rest until his name was picked, and mother would never let Triton rest if his name wasn't. Piper's mom had been so flustered that she hadn't even noticed Piper leave. But Piper had still heard her mother's words as she closed the door to their home.
"And next year we'll have Piper in the Reaping too! And, well, perhaps she doesn't stand as good a chance of winning, but she has as good a chance as anyone to become a tribute! And wouldn't that be nice boys?"
Piper didn't even know what to think. Well, she sort of did. She had always known her mother was a foolish woman, obsessed with the games, and almost unaware of her children. Still, it could never be anything but hurtful to hear your mother wish you a dead tribute instead of a living nobody. Piper knew that her mother hadn't been trying to say anything mean or cruel, but she just never seemed to think. Not many people in four seemed to think, actually. Piper always felt like the odd one out in that respect.
And it was all true after all. She would be in the Reaping next year, and she didn't stand as good a chance as her brothers of winning. Probably not much of a chance at all Piper thought faintly. She would be in the Reaping. Piper thoughtlessly moved her foot to kick some sand in resignation. But instead her toes met a wooden peg Ow. Piper hissed. Why do I always have to bump into things? She paused and looked around as she waited for her toes to stop throbbing.
The wooden peg was a part of the wooden pier where Piper kept her little one man sail boat. She hadn't meant to come here, but this seemed to be where she always ended up when she was upset. There was some part of Piper, and she suspected it was a very large part, that belonged more to the sea than the land. The sea. She could feel it lapping against the pier. Piper closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. The feeling of the pier rocking with the waves was soothing. It was a good pier, but like all things in the fishing district, salt and time had made it weaker than it once was. Except for the people Piper thought. The people get stronger or they die.
She let the sensations of the sea overwhelm her. She lost herself in the rythmic pounding dance that was the ocean. The screeching calls of the gulls, the rocking of the waves, splashing on the sand. And footsteps. No, the footsteps were out of place. Piper opened her eyes and turned to see who had interrupted her stolen moments of peace.
Piper wandered down to the beach, still thinking of the home she had left. Her mother was already getting herself into a tizzy over the Reaping. Nereus would never let himself rest until his name was picked, and mother would never let Triton rest if his name wasn't. Piper's mom had been so flustered that she hadn't even noticed Piper leave. But Piper had still heard her mother's words as she closed the door to their home.
"And next year we'll have Piper in the Reaping too! And, well, perhaps she doesn't stand as good a chance of winning, but she has as good a chance as anyone to become a tribute! And wouldn't that be nice boys?"
Piper didn't even know what to think. Well, she sort of did. She had always known her mother was a foolish woman, obsessed with the games, and almost unaware of her children. Still, it could never be anything but hurtful to hear your mother wish you a dead tribute instead of a living nobody. Piper knew that her mother hadn't been trying to say anything mean or cruel, but she just never seemed to think. Not many people in four seemed to think, actually. Piper always felt like the odd one out in that respect.
And it was all true after all. She would be in the Reaping next year, and she didn't stand as good a chance as her brothers of winning. Probably not much of a chance at all Piper thought faintly. She would be in the Reaping. Piper thoughtlessly moved her foot to kick some sand in resignation. But instead her toes met a wooden peg Ow. Piper hissed. Why do I always have to bump into things? She paused and looked around as she waited for her toes to stop throbbing.
The wooden peg was a part of the wooden pier where Piper kept her little one man sail boat. She hadn't meant to come here, but this seemed to be where she always ended up when she was upset. There was some part of Piper, and she suspected it was a very large part, that belonged more to the sea than the land. The sea. She could feel it lapping against the pier. Piper closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. The feeling of the pier rocking with the waves was soothing. It was a good pier, but like all things in the fishing district, salt and time had made it weaker than it once was. Except for the people Piper thought. The people get stronger or they die.
She let the sensations of the sea overwhelm her. She lost herself in the rythmic pounding dance that was the ocean. The screeching calls of the gulls, the rocking of the waves, splashing on the sand. And footsteps. No, the footsteps were out of place. Piper opened her eyes and turned to see who had interrupted her stolen moments of peace.