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were_lemur) wrote2012-11-25 02:22 am
were_lemur) wrote2012-11-25 02:22 am
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Bound in her Bones (Drabble Project, Day 329)
Tia Dalma contemplates her reduction in circumstances.
The nights are the worst.
Which isn't to say that the days are anything other than horrible; she is a goddess trapped in a mortal body, the ocean constricted to a shallow, sluggish river. But at least in daylight, her human eyes can see.
In the night, she's either stumbling in the dark like any other blind fool, or she has to light a candle just to go out back to the privy; another weakness of her human body.
But all the pains and indignities only strengthen her resolve.
One day, she'll be free.
And the Brethren Court will pay.
The nights are the worst.
Which isn't to say that the days are anything other than horrible; she is a goddess trapped in a mortal body, the ocean constricted to a shallow, sluggish river. But at least in daylight, her human eyes can see.
In the night, she's either stumbling in the dark like any other blind fool, or she has to light a candle just to go out back to the privy; another weakness of her human body.
But all the pains and indignities only strengthen her resolve.
One day, she'll be free.
And the Brethren Court will pay.