Daughter of Fen
It was a curious thing, sanity. She had once thought it was a simple matter of one who had control of their mind and one who didn't. Now, however, now she believed it was a matter of perspective. People who appeared to be perfectly sane could often turn out to be the most dangerous and unstable people and yet those who were depicted to be insane could prove to be rational thinkers. What all of this came down to really was whether Mia herself was insane or whether she was perfectly capable of rational thought.
The answer? She couldn't tell you, she could guess from the look she had gotten on her return that most people believed her to be unstable. She caught their pitying glances and she hated them for it, even more so when they averted their eyes. She wanted to scream at them, to explain but all she could do was run from them, retreating to her house or to the boulder on which she sat today.
Several rocks had created stepping stones to the huge boulder that rose from the centre of this stretch of river, many of them were submerged underwater and if you didn't know where to place your feet could leave you drenched. Mia knew this, because this was their stretch, the stretch of river her father wold bring her to whenever things were getting too much for either of them. Here they could forget all the worry and just be.
She tried to remember that, to remember what it was to be, to live, but she found herself opening and closing her hands in her lap as she sat cross legged on her little mountain, staring down at them willing it to stop.
She had been told to go to the Mandalore, to brief him on what happened. She had avoided it. She had been advised by the doctor to come back after a couple of days so he could better assess her mental state. She had ignored him. She did not want to be poked and prodded, she wanted to be left alone, to heal in peace.
She had one comfort, and one comfort only from being home, and that was the weight of the blaster at that hung at her hip.
The answer? She couldn't tell you, she could guess from the look she had gotten on her return that most people believed her to be unstable. She caught their pitying glances and she hated them for it, even more so when they averted their eyes. She wanted to scream at them, to explain but all she could do was run from them, retreating to her house or to the boulder on which she sat today.
Several rocks had created stepping stones to the huge boulder that rose from the centre of this stretch of river, many of them were submerged underwater and if you didn't know where to place your feet could leave you drenched. Mia knew this, because this was their stretch, the stretch of river her father wold bring her to whenever things were getting too much for either of them. Here they could forget all the worry and just be.
She tried to remember that, to remember what it was to be, to live, but she found herself opening and closing her hands in her lap as she sat cross legged on her little mountain, staring down at them willing it to stop.
She had been told to go to the Mandalore, to brief him on what happened. She had avoided it. She had been advised by the doctor to come back after a couple of days so he could better assess her mental state. She had ignored him. She did not want to be poked and prodded, she wanted to be left alone, to heal in peace.
She had one comfort, and one comfort only from being home, and that was the weight of the blaster at that hung at her hip.