Post by erickson on Jul 12, 2007 10:25:20 GMT -5
She had been in the process of cutting herself off from everything when he had arrived. Neither her father nor her mother could reach her after she had delivered her message. She had not wanted to BE, and so she was busy reversing that state.
Her parents, especially her mother, could read her state. What they could not do is counter it. She knew herself to be responsible for her brother's death, and nothing could change that.
However, none of this stopped her from clamping firmly around the fifteen-year old redheaded boy who lay on the bed next to her, datapad in hand and reading a data-novel. He didn't say anything, as he didn't need to. She didn't need him to.
She only needed him to be there. It was not the first time that he had acted as a anchor against a mental storm. It probably would not be the last. And if his unclad state would have gotten him frowns from the unknowing. it did not do so from Kathy Quixonis' parents. Master Kathryn was all-too-familiar with mind-healers. The only thing that had surprised her was that her two friends' only son should turn out to be one. You don't usually expect to find the son of two warriors to be a pacifist. But he was not a Fighter - except as a healer.
Tomas lazily turned a page of his 'novel' with the flick of his finger, reading something that his sister had given to him. Tomas and Krystal got along better than any of the other siblings, save for the twins. But Tomas could not quite understand how Krystal had such a weakness for these sappy love stories...
Sappy love stories would have been preferable to what Kathy Saw, suddenly. Along the thin line that her retreat had left, her mind walked, and saw, or thought she saw, the indignities that her brother's headless body was being subjected to. Sickened, she moaned in grief.
Her parents, especially her mother, could read her state. What they could not do is counter it. She knew herself to be responsible for her brother's death, and nothing could change that.
However, none of this stopped her from clamping firmly around the fifteen-year old redheaded boy who lay on the bed next to her, datapad in hand and reading a data-novel. He didn't say anything, as he didn't need to. She didn't need him to.
She only needed him to be there. It was not the first time that he had acted as a anchor against a mental storm. It probably would not be the last. And if his unclad state would have gotten him frowns from the unknowing. it did not do so from Kathy Quixonis' parents. Master Kathryn was all-too-familiar with mind-healers. The only thing that had surprised her was that her two friends' only son should turn out to be one. You don't usually expect to find the son of two warriors to be a pacifist. But he was not a Fighter - except as a healer.
Tomas lazily turned a page of his 'novel' with the flick of his finger, reading something that his sister had given to him. Tomas and Krystal got along better than any of the other siblings, save for the twins. But Tomas could not quite understand how Krystal had such a weakness for these sappy love stories...
Sappy love stories would have been preferable to what Kathy Saw, suddenly. Along the thin line that her retreat had left, her mind walked, and saw, or thought she saw, the indignities that her brother's headless body was being subjected to. Sickened, she moaned in grief.