Mon Aug 26, 2024 12:41 pm
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Raev scowled into her klah. Admittedly, she had been nearly twenty when she had pulled the firestone stunt, but she didn't want to actually tell that to someone she had just met. "I was old enough to know better," was all she admitted to as she took a pointed sip from her mug. "Let's just say I used to have a hard time backing down from a challenge and a certain classmate of mine bet that I wouldn't do it. I was early in my candidacy." It was technically a true statement, as it was during the first half of her years as a candidate. She didn't need to say it was much closer to the halfway mark than the starting point, Korinda could fill in the blanks as she liked.
At the question about the eggs, Raev groaned and put her hand to her face, rubbing her eyes. "You had to ask about the eggs, ugh." She moaned, the memory coming back and souring the taste of her breakfast.
"That was when I was a weyrbrat. My little sister had nabbed an egg from the kitchens and made a little nest where she was caring for it. She thought that if she kept it warm enough, it would eventually hatch. She was real little at the time, and didn't understand that some eggs are for eating, and just won't hatch. It didn't help that she had grabbed a boiled egg, not a fresh one. She kept this nest hidden and cared for it for weeks. As time went on, she was getting more and more upset that the egg wasn't hatching, and she refused to toss the thing, thinking it would hatch any day. Finally, one night after she was asleep, I decided to get rid of the egg for her, but I didn't want her to think it was me. I peeled the egg, and left the shell sitting in the nest so it looked like it had hatched. But the egg stunk worse than the herdbeast pens before a good cleaning. I was afraid Krista would smell it and wake up, and me, being a dumb kid without a contingency plan, shoved it in my mouth. Just imagine how bad a rotten egg smells, and I can guarantee you, it tastes one hundred times worse. I couldn't eat eggs for a few turns after that. I still can't eat boiled ones." She shuddered at the ghost of the taste on her tongue.
"It was worth it to see her smile when I told her the bird hatched in the middle of the night and flew away though," she said with a soft hint of a smile at her lips. It was easier to think about her sister as she was as a child. Innocent and imperfect. Her expression quickly turned hard again. "I made her promise to never try that again though."