01-19-2018, 10:26 AM
It was cathartic in its own way for Tenzin, something so simple as the shared trust of tending another's wounds. It lulled her into contentment despite the blood-stained gauze and the stink of the alcohol, the effortless process of being and doing, something animalisitc and uncomplicated. She was at ease with the silence. Didn't really notice it.
Afterwards Jacinda took time to gather herself, and Tenzin retreated back out into the main living area, pulling another towel off the rack to dry off the worst of the dampness. She was sitting at the table when Jacinda reemerged. Tenzin trusted to her nose to gauge the woman's mood, though she tipped her head at the unexpected apology. Unnecessary between pack but she had no words to explain that.
There was change. A vulnerability.
The hand laid over hers sent warmth shooting up her arm. Sister. They called each other that all the time, no different than a term for colleague. But the way it was said now made her heart beat hard. It meant so much more. And she couldn't even share why.
Normally Tenzin wouldn't pry into another's life. She respected boundaries and did not breach them with strangers. More than that she valued her social interactions and did not like to fall on people's ill side. She was affable, the mediator, most likely to fall into playbow to lighten tension. Pack, though. That was different.
"Trained young in Alchi. Sometimes parents don't want children. Strange or different or just too many. But I had good life. Good teachers. Where I am from the lamas make difficult decisions and guide the way. No one man in control. Is, ah, temples that we learn. Temples the children go. And best become, you say, Athari."
She was sharing first, paving the way for honesty by offering her own. "Together is important. Leader is important too, but together is more. You met Regus? He did not hurt you. You not weak. Strong and fierce, I can tell. But someone or something hurt you.
If you talk, I listen. But not have to. I can talk. Bleed both our ears."
She smirked, a quick flash of teeth to smooth the intrusion.
Afterwards Jacinda took time to gather herself, and Tenzin retreated back out into the main living area, pulling another towel off the rack to dry off the worst of the dampness. She was sitting at the table when Jacinda reemerged. Tenzin trusted to her nose to gauge the woman's mood, though she tipped her head at the unexpected apology. Unnecessary between pack but she had no words to explain that.
There was change. A vulnerability.
The hand laid over hers sent warmth shooting up her arm. Sister. They called each other that all the time, no different than a term for colleague. But the way it was said now made her heart beat hard. It meant so much more. And she couldn't even share why.
Normally Tenzin wouldn't pry into another's life. She respected boundaries and did not breach them with strangers. More than that she valued her social interactions and did not like to fall on people's ill side. She was affable, the mediator, most likely to fall into playbow to lighten tension. Pack, though. That was different.
"Trained young in Alchi. Sometimes parents don't want children. Strange or different or just too many. But I had good life. Good teachers. Where I am from the lamas make difficult decisions and guide the way. No one man in control. Is, ah, temples that we learn. Temples the children go. And best become, you say, Athari."
She was sharing first, paving the way for honesty by offering her own. "Together is important. Leader is important too, but together is more. You met Regus? He did not hurt you. You not weak. Strong and fierce, I can tell. But someone or something hurt you.
If you talk, I listen. But not have to. I can talk. Bleed both our ears."
She smirked, a quick flash of teeth to smooth the intrusion.
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|Tenzin|
If they stand behind you, protect them; if they stand beside you, respect them; if they stand against you, destroy them.