Post by Domino on Jan 29, 2007 22:32:23 GMT -5
Forge, we need to talk.
Forge, I've got something to tell you, and you're probably not going to like it.
So, hey, Bandero, guess what? I lost your sister.
Well. She hadn't lost her, per se. Rayen just... wasn't coming back.
They had at least got all the way out to the reservation before Neena had had to turn back around, but... she'd lost Rayen. She didn't even know Rayen at all; what had she been thinking, going on a vision quest? Who went on vision quests? You should be closer to someone before you took them on vision quests. That way when you got home, everyone would understand that it was the girl's decision not to come home and that you couldn't be blamed.
Of course, Neena was supposed to be lucky. There was the kicker. Somehow she doubted anyone, especially Rayen's hapless brother, to take the explanation that sometimes luck wasn't enough very well. Because that was the thing. Luck was supposed to be enough.
Hey, Forge, at least she didn't marry a deadbeat who cheated on her, thus proving that her entire thesis about her power's relation to her life was actually false.
This isn't about me. Concentrate.
Neena leaned against the car - her car. She'd taken the long way, swinging back through Austin on her way home. Her daddy had been pissed that they'd driven cross-country, but given up her car anyway. It was a shitty, ancient sky-blue Volkswagen Karma, but it was hers, and she liked not having to depend on the school cars or rentals. Thankfully, the Budget people had taken the rental back even at an utterly wrong dealership, or she'd have been in a real pickle. She'd paid a mint of extra for it, but they'd taken it, and now she was... somewhere. She couldn't quite call it home.
She bowed her head, folding her arms and longing for a shower with water pressure behind it, not like the horrible motels she'd been forced to stop in. But she needed to figure this out first. Surely there was something you could say to someone after you lost his sister, his crazy sister you were supposed to be fixing, even if it was never outright stated.
If there was something to say, she'd think of it sooner or later. Her luck would get her that far, at least.
Forge, I've got something to tell you, and you're probably not going to like it.
So, hey, Bandero, guess what? I lost your sister.
Well. She hadn't lost her, per se. Rayen just... wasn't coming back.
They had at least got all the way out to the reservation before Neena had had to turn back around, but... she'd lost Rayen. She didn't even know Rayen at all; what had she been thinking, going on a vision quest? Who went on vision quests? You should be closer to someone before you took them on vision quests. That way when you got home, everyone would understand that it was the girl's decision not to come home and that you couldn't be blamed.
Of course, Neena was supposed to be lucky. There was the kicker. Somehow she doubted anyone, especially Rayen's hapless brother, to take the explanation that sometimes luck wasn't enough very well. Because that was the thing. Luck was supposed to be enough.
Hey, Forge, at least she didn't marry a deadbeat who cheated on her, thus proving that her entire thesis about her power's relation to her life was actually false.
This isn't about me. Concentrate.
Neena leaned against the car - her car. She'd taken the long way, swinging back through Austin on her way home. Her daddy had been pissed that they'd driven cross-country, but given up her car anyway. It was a shitty, ancient sky-blue Volkswagen Karma, but it was hers, and she liked not having to depend on the school cars or rentals. Thankfully, the Budget people had taken the rental back even at an utterly wrong dealership, or she'd have been in a real pickle. She'd paid a mint of extra for it, but they'd taken it, and now she was... somewhere. She couldn't quite call it home.
She bowed her head, folding her arms and longing for a shower with water pressure behind it, not like the horrible motels she'd been forced to stop in. But she needed to figure this out first. Surely there was something you could say to someone after you lost his sister, his crazy sister you were supposed to be fixing, even if it was never outright stated.
If there was something to say, she'd think of it sooner or later. Her luck would get her that far, at least.