| Elfie's Thoughts On Huda And Dov- Huda needs Dov to tell her she's beautiful, worthy, and desirable. Even I am jealous of her beauty and sensuousness (a word?), and she still needs Dov to tell her what she is. He gets power crazy with her, and if he were a lesser man he'd take her, I'm sure of it, and ruin her. Huda's may look strong, but she's delicate with herself. She let's the world make of her what it will. I suppose we're all like that a little, her more than most. In another world Huda would be a queenrider, of that I'm sure. I sometimes think her parents in this life must have been dragonriders, or drudges. How else would Dov get ahold of someone like her? Athough, if she's drudge born, one of her parents must have high blood, because no drudges I've ever met have the ability to produce someone like Huda. I don't think that group of people could produce someone like me, and surely I know I'm not anything to brag about. And no matter how many times I've asked Dov, he won't tell me, and I'm certain Huda doesn't know. Dov got her young, and Huda probably forgot about any former childhood when she became dependant on Dov. How Celsya let that happen I don't know. She treated Huda like she treated me, and she taught me how to get around Dov, and to use him. How could Huda take Dov over that? That's what stumps me over Huda. Everything else about her is somehow powerful: smart, sexy, and full of herself, so sometimes I wonder how could a judge of character I am if I can't explain Huda's dependancy. There is no explaining Dov, other than saying he's Dov. He's an enigma. He's the type of man one would think wouldn't care anything for money, since he's so angry and sorrowful, or else he'd care too much for money, and nothing for people. Dov has no desire for riches, but doesn't wish to be a pauper either, and I know he cared for Celsya, and for Huda, and I'm beginning to think maybe he care just a little bit for me too. I don't know how that makes me feel. The last thing I want is to need him as Huda does. On Politics: Huh. The intricacies of social order and government. A load of wherry teeth if you ask me. And I'll note here that no one ever has. People overcomplicate everything, marrying off their children to allign themselves with power, sucking up to others for the same reason. The whole subject bores me to death, and I won't talk about my idea of politics with you unless you honestly think it'll do any good. My opinion counts for nothing around here, and that's fine by me. But I still think politics is all about getting the most power, when it should be about well.....fardles I don't know, something else? On Runners: I think of all the creatures on this planet runner are my favourite. Dragons are too hard to get for a commoner such as myself, but runners can be acquired without all that Searching nonsense. I suppose someday I'll have to leave Dov and Huda, (who knows, maybe they'll leave me first), and I should have some sort of plan for the future worked out. I think I'd like to buy a few runners, good one mind you, none of those cart pullers either, racers. Earn a good bit from their winnings, and then get some land to start a stable on. I won't work for someone else's stable. If I'm going to do anything, it'll be my thing and mine alone. So I'll start a stable where I'll breed the fastest runners around, and make a bundle doing it. Dov may not care for riches, but I won't stay poor if I have to go it on my own! But back to the point. Runners are beautiful creatures, more interesting than dragons as well, for dragons can tell you when they're hungry, when they're sick, ect. ect., but runners can't. Runners take more mindwork and smarts on the part of their humans than dragons do. And runners are infinately more elegant anyway. Pure grace from the moment they're born. Like my champ. On the Southern Continent: I've never been there, but I hear it's nice. Too warm for me. I like my long sleeved tunic and overcoat. I like not sweating. Huda'd like it down there, she could wear her dancing dress all the time, but I prefer cooler weather. Plus, what need would there be for a knife throwing entertainer such as myself? Others can keep to that warm, tropical place, if I want heat I'll go to the desert traders. They enjoy anyone who passes along, lonely folk that they are, and don't have insects the size of wherries either. On Weyrs: Everyone's dream to go the Weyr, right? I don't understand that one either. I suppose there's a lot of stuff I don't get, but this one sticks out most. Why do people want dragons so much? Oh I can see some of 'em wanting to do the selfless hero thing, and protecting us all from Thread, but what's so great about dragons themselves? More trouble then they're worth if you bothered to ask anyone with sense. Why, look how big they are! You know how much time you have to spend oiling one every day? And bathing, and feeding? Even if you do these things once a sevenday it's a lot of time. Maybe an entire day or more. I suppose in that perspective it ain't that much time, but still a troublesome amount. Oh, and they talk to you. People are so amazed at that. "I talked to a dragon!" and whatnot. Who cares? Tons of people talk to dragons, it's not that big of a deal. And the way the Weyrs gallavant on like they're above all the rest of humanity is annoying as well. It doesn't bother me so much; I know I'm not worth anything much, but other people like me think they have worth, and dragoners make 'em feel like they're nothing! I know the riders don't do it on purpose, I've met enough of them to know, but it still happens. I can't imagine being in a place where you're surrounded by the dragonriders all day. I've never been to a Weyr, it must be a frightening place to be. Dov says a Weyr is bigger than three major Holdings, but one would do best to not take too much account of what Dov tells you. He's known to stretch the truth a little. Just a little. On Entertainers: People think because I'm an entertainer, I have some sort of affinity for the other groups. I'll tell you now I don't. I don't enjoy other entertainers much. Maybe that's just the competitiveness between us; with Harpers and other Gathers there's not much work for us anymore. It's hardly profitable to travel either, because of Thread. But it's travel or die because no one will hire an entertainer permantly. It takes a good, dedicated band to make a decent living. I like to think Dov, Huda, and I make up such a band. We're small enough to not be burdensome, big enough to provide more than one type of entertainment, and we're popular at Holds because we look like family to them, and Holders are big on family. On Education: People are too ignorant for my liking. Look at how much damage they do to each other, just because they haven't bothered to learn any better. If I were ever a Lady Holder, or Weyrwoman, or in any position of power, I'd never let anyone "below" me get away with it. If I ever have children, they'll surely be well learned, better than myself. I've had to satisfy myself with whatever books or scrolls I can find, and usually I'm not able to keep them either. On Fashion: I would love to be rich enough to be considered a fashionable lady. Can you imagine me, in beautiful flowing gowns from Fort? Or the desert style skirts and tunics of Igen? A different outfit for every day of the turn, that'd be the life! But I suppose Huda would be better suited to that than I, for I'm happy now in my trous and tunic, and I won't wear a skirt unless it's a special occasion. So much for being fashionable. On Myself: You may have noticed I don't seem to think much of myself? Well, I don't. I don't mean to say I don't think I can't do anything, and my life is worthless, what I mean (and know) is that my station in life isn't worth anything. I could spout out all the idea's in my head, try to change the world, try to make it better, and who would notice? Who would care? I remember when I was younger, maybe ten, and used to preach to Dov about how he should do things. He shouldn't be so downcast when Celsya was dancing, because the crowd got the feeling something was wrong, and didn't tip so much. He shouldn't go off and drink by himself, because spending money on the alcohol took more money away from food..stuff like that. He ignored me. I suppose that's what taught me that unless you're lucky enough to be born high up on the social ladder (and most people aren't), you're opinions and your very self won't count for anything, except to maybe yourself, and what good is that? |