12th Spring 514AV
The foul winter weather was supposed to be over but it had made a reappearance. Or rather, the spring version of it had made an appearance. Sometime in the early bells of the morning, storm clouds had rolled in over the city, darkening the sky before Syna even had a chance to lighten it. Rain had apparently been battering the mountain since Syna’s normal rising time and didn’t show signs of letting up anytime soon. Hunting was likely to be a near impossibility for most of Wind Reach’s hunters but that didn’t concern Azira at the moment. She wasn’t hunting right now anyway.
The huntress preferred to stay in her room anyway. Her isolation was by choice these days rather than forced upon her by riots, or weather. Winter had left its mark on her but not in the way that it had affected most of the Inarta. Her near rape the day the riots began had been the breaking point in her mind. She had already been having nightmares, dredged up by bad experiences during the season but those Dek had made something snap within her. Not only had she butchered the one that she’d gotten her hands on but also something had changed within her. When she’d recovered from the snap, she’d had time to think, time to consider how to change things. Now the young woman had begun to think that a change was in order, an end to her troubles as she saw them.
Men had always bothered the Avora in one way or another. It was because she was pretty. As a Dek that would have been the worst sort of curse but as it was, she was in a better position than the slave caste. It didn’t always help though, the threat to her person was still there, lessened yes but it was still a threat. Azira had been searching for some sort of solution and there was only one that she could think of: she couldn’t be pretty anymore.
She didn’t have the nerve to mutilate her face though she’d been trying. Every time she lifted the blade and saw the point coming towards her, her stomach roiled and she had to abandon the endeavour. Every single time. The girl couldn’t find a way to do it but she had to try to do something to diminish her beauty. She might be able to find a way to get someone to smash her face in, or could maybe run into an accident with a Wind Eagle like Lavira had. The idea made her shudder but it was better than the alternative, right? The young woman had decided to do something that she could stomach. She was planning to hack off most of her hair.
The foul winter weather was supposed to be over but it had made a reappearance. Or rather, the spring version of it had made an appearance. Sometime in the early bells of the morning, storm clouds had rolled in over the city, darkening the sky before Syna even had a chance to lighten it. Rain had apparently been battering the mountain since Syna’s normal rising time and didn’t show signs of letting up anytime soon. Hunting was likely to be a near impossibility for most of Wind Reach’s hunters but that didn’t concern Azira at the moment. She wasn’t hunting right now anyway.
The huntress preferred to stay in her room anyway. Her isolation was by choice these days rather than forced upon her by riots, or weather. Winter had left its mark on her but not in the way that it had affected most of the Inarta. Her near rape the day the riots began had been the breaking point in her mind. She had already been having nightmares, dredged up by bad experiences during the season but those Dek had made something snap within her. Not only had she butchered the one that she’d gotten her hands on but also something had changed within her. When she’d recovered from the snap, she’d had time to think, time to consider how to change things. Now the young woman had begun to think that a change was in order, an end to her troubles as she saw them.
Men had always bothered the Avora in one way or another. It was because she was pretty. As a Dek that would have been the worst sort of curse but as it was, she was in a better position than the slave caste. It didn’t always help though, the threat to her person was still there, lessened yes but it was still a threat. Azira had been searching for some sort of solution and there was only one that she could think of: she couldn’t be pretty anymore.
She didn’t have the nerve to mutilate her face though she’d been trying. Every time she lifted the blade and saw the point coming towards her, her stomach roiled and she had to abandon the endeavour. Every single time. The girl couldn’t find a way to do it but she had to try to do something to diminish her beauty. She might be able to find a way to get someone to smash her face in, or could maybe run into an accident with a Wind Eagle like Lavira had. The idea made her shudder but it was better than the alternative, right? The young woman had decided to do something that she could stomach. She was planning to hack off most of her hair.
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