Awakened Dreams

  There is only so much,  that I can say from day to day life,  my social “experiments”  during my travels work about as well as conducting medical experiments on myself.  From the behavior of those around me,  I find that most of our kind tend to swing one way, or the other.  They either prefer being alone, or they prefer company.  I on the other hand,  find myself emotionally exhausted when I’m in large groups.  I think that is just a remnant of a human nervous disorder,  I’ve never been certain how to interact with others.  But when I do,  I always find myself flocked with regard.  I’m well liked,  but you never know when something might change.  People, and not just humans.  Are flighty,  prone to emotional outbursts.  You cannot rely on past successes with all people.  

   When I was still a child,  human years of course,  I recall the day my Husband’s father, the Tribe’s High Elder came to my mother.   Mother was flustered,  Nephew was sick with a fever,  High Elder offered my mother a high place in the tribe.  She would sit beside his wife.  A seat reserved visiting Elder’s from the neighboring tribes.  Mother was uncertain,  she thought High Elder wanted my as his second wife,  our people only had one mate.   He was to come for several days with gifts and fruits as a bride price.  I was charming,  on my very best behavior,  I never raised my eyes to meet his.  I made he and his first wife gifts,  clothing, jewelry of seeds.  When he brought his eldest son,  I was shocked.  I remained the obedient daughter,  but turned my gifts onto the Elder’s son.  I made him Moccasins,  he never wore them,  I made intricate bead jewelry for him to wear around his neck.  He threw them to the birds.  I made meals for him of the meats and vegetables brought as a bride price,  and he scorned me.  I never met his eye,  but always heard his sneers.   

   When High Elder married us,  my husband would not look at me,  he certainly would not touch me. I was 13 years old,  the women in the tribe chastised me,  telling me that if I did not bear a son I would be cast out.  I went to High Elder and pleaded with him,  I was quickly his favorite daughter,  he would never have done a thing to hurt me.   When husband still refused me,  high elder sent him away with the hunting group.  When husband was not away he would not have the meat he hunted himself.  He would send me to find fish,  and roots,  or whatever red meat I could catch on my own.  I became stong,  and proud. But High Elder grew furious with my husband,  he noticed that my skin was darkened from the sun,  my hands and feet were callused.  He threatened to take me away and make me his second wife,  as first wife was growing older and could no longer bear children.   I learned then,  that the solitude makes one strong,  but company can hurt you.  Whenever High Elder scorned my husband he would return to me angrily.  He would throw the food to the ground,  toss the bowls at my face,  then trap me indoors for a week while my face and body healed.   My hunting made me strong.  I could easily take what he dished out,  but even when my skin no longer darkened where he hit me,  he still would lock me away.  I never could forget these fears. 

   When I was turned and the world changed.  The only lives I managed to spare in that village were the lives of my blood family and the High Elder and his wife.   I always remembered that they had loved me,  or perhaps I had just charmed them beyond the norm.   Being that my human memories are exceptionally strong, and never faded,  I remember longing for the company of the high elder,  dreading my husband. 

   Now I feel I am the same still.  rarely changing.  I long for the company of those who would love me,  my sisters,  my old friends,  and even some new friends.  However I am still wary and prone to excusing myself for long periods of time,  just to give people… a break,  I suppose you could call it that.   For even after 271 years of being, and 257 years of this life,  I still cannot help but worry over who will come home to me angry.  

 

∆Senna∆

The Fondest Farewell

It’s Thursday. My stay in Forks, WA sees it’s final night.  While the music is playing and people around town are chattering, I’m throwing my books and clothes into the back of my KIA Soul,  getting ready for tomorrow’s drive up to Denali, AL.  

  My stay here has been both eventful and uneventful.  Parties, and drama galore.  Not to mention me running away for a day or so.  I’ve made friends of the unlikeliest persuasion.  And barely spoke to those of my own persuasion.  I find myself deeply in debt to the Clearwater family.  Sue, Leah, and Seth,  thank you so much for your warmth and kindness.  Embry Call,  thanks for the fun and games.  To the Cullens,  thank you as well.  Particularly Esme, Alice, and Edward, And Carlisle (though we hardly had the opportunity to speak between broken werewolves, and your poor sick son.)

  And Particularly to Scarlett and Eleanor, I thank you for letting me stay with you,  even when my lapse of mind made me a very difficult guest to deal with.   

  I also seem to owe thanks to Jacob Black and Sam Uley.  I’m very sorry if my stay caused any unnecessary problems,  I still thank you for allowing me the time to stay in town.  Though I have to express warnings that I may return to your Peninsula,  no closer than Quilcene,  and that stay might NOT be temporary.  I seem to have fallen in love with that tiny 217 person population.  I’d be encouraged to try the path I’m enthusiastically unenthusiastic about attempting.  The less than natural diet doesn’t appeal to my logical mind.  But for Quilcene I’d do anything.

   Well seems like there’s a new Itinerary that needs to be placed out before us.

 

    Friday 5/8/09  I’ll be in Denali,  hopefully I can get an answer or two form Eleazar about my inexplicable ability to make people like me.

   Saturday 5/9/09 8:00pm I’ll be putting myself through hell by getting on a plane.  I spent more money than I needed to,  these new Cocoons on the planes seem to be a good idea.  

 Sunday/Monday (in Ireland) I’ll be meeting up with Maggie for a week or so.  I can only hope we’ll have as much fun together as we do giggling over random nonsense and bad puns.

 Friday 5/16 Midnight – Another flight this time to Italy.  I do have a few worries about this trip,  but I need to see my Bess.

  From there I’ve no idea what will happen.  I can only pray I’ll run into one of my sisters during my travels.  I also hope I’ll keep my head around Felix,  it seems he’s done the one thing that could make me hate him… passionately.   Don’t mess with the people I love,  and you’ll keep all your appendages in gear.

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