Title~ The Limits of Patience
Author~ Lady Sandry
Summary~ Missing scene, Sandry's Book
Disclaimer~ Sandry and the CoM world belong to Tamora Pierce. I'm making no money off this. Uvumi is a Tradertalk word that means patience.
Author's Note~ The Pirisi referred to is Sandry's nurse, who died before she came to Winding Circle. She was a Trader, and the one who taught Sandry the concept of Uvumi.
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Oh Pirisi, you would be disappointed in me today. One cannot have uvumi all the time, and mine eludes me at the moment! There is wool everywhere! It is in my hair, on my dress, in my mouth. The charm Lark showed my just minutes ago got the worst of it off, but small fibers still cling. And it is so hot in here!
I'm alone now, and thanks to all the Gods. I needed a moment to get myself together. Lark is in her workroom, and the others are out, Rosethorn and Briar in the garden, Tris with Niko, and Daja who knows where. And so the common room is deserted, and I can finally hear myself think.
I haven't kept well to my resolution, and to be honest, at the moment I don't care. The night I first came to this Discipline house, I felt…right somehow, like I was supposed to be here, despite circumstances. And I can still feel that sensation, that belonging, especially when I think of the miracle of Lark teaching me to spin, but lately it's gotten buried under frustration.
I just…I feel like I'm the only one trying. I'm so sure Daja, Tris, Briar and I could be friends, that we're supposed to be, but I'm getting no cooperation here. Tris is still a snapping turtle, honestly. She complains about the smallest things, and I don't think I've ever seen her really happy, except when she's reading. Briar, I think, I contrary because he feels he should be, he's trying to convince himself he doesn't like it here. Daja is kind, at least, unlike Tris, but we aren't Traders, and I feel she has trouble seeing past that.
This house is much like my weaving, I think. It could be beautiful if the strands would come together, but like the wool fibers that refused to behave, we're all pulling apart instead. I mean honestly, whoever says the Gods have no sense of humor should come and see this house. A Trader, a thief, a discontent merchant girl and me? Most people don't try to weave with so many different materials. This is why, I'm sure.
Oh, cat dirt, Lark's calling. I normally love to go into that workroom, and I love Lark. Now at least I know why the work calls me, and at least I am not mad. No, not mad, but frustrated. Uvumi. I must have more of it, my patience is too thin today. I have never liked the heat. I will be glad when this day ends, and I can start afresh tomorrow.
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~Lady Sandry~