Title~ A Test in Patience
Author~ Lady Sandry
Summary~ Sandry wonders what will come of the latest change in her life.
Disclaimer~ All recognizable characters belong to Tamora Pierce, as does the Tradertalk word for patience, uvumi. I am making no money of this, so don't sue. Really, you won't get much.
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When I was young, barely old enough to comprehend, I heard Mama say that one moment can change everything. One moment and your life is never the same again. She was right, oh so much more right than she will ever know. What I thought then, was that such a moment happened once. I have had many moments like that in the last few moons. My sweet parents' deaths, being locked in that horrid room, being found by Niko. And now a fourth has come along. This one though, I'm unsure of how I feel about.
Discipline. What a name for a house! And Rosethorn certainly seems to be familiar with that word! The others…. Lark is kind, very kind, and…she weaves. I saw her workroom earlier. Lark is everything I've wanted to do and be for so long, but that can never be. For I am the Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, and nobles do not spin. Why the looms call to me I don't know. Maybe I really did go mad, alone in the dark.
Daja and Briar, I think, I can be friends with, given time. Briar is not nearly as tough as he pretends to be, and despite obvious differences, I've much in common with Daja. But Trisana Chan-d-ler, from a merchant house, as she was so kind to point out to me earlier, is a different story. That girl really is a snapping turtle. She has a common attitude toward nobles. I can imagine some people have good reason, but so often they are blind enough to think all nobles are the same. I hate that attitude. As though I can be held responsible for the actions of the entire noble class. I have never done anything to her, and that's what's important. People are themselves, whether they are noble or a twice-caught thief like that boy downstairs. Look at Uncle; he is a truly good man. Tris's closeminded attitude begins to annoy.
Hopefully she'll come around sometime soon. I simply must have more uvumi. Uvumi! I have to stop myself from laughing, or the rest of this Discipline house will think me mad. I have been telling myself to have uvumi for as long as I can remember. Patience, it is an important thing. Patience to wait for change, it used to be. Well I have certainly gotten that, though not quite in the fashion I had expected. It will work as well here as it did with my parents. I will have uvumi, patience, and all will be right it in the end. I believe it, though I am not sure why. It is more instinct than logic. Whatever the reason, I do belive it. And that, I think, is half the job.
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Love it? Hate it? Should I keep up with this story arc? I was thinking her thoughts throughout the COM quartet, revolving around the concept of uvumi, one I like very much. So push that nice little button and tell me what you think! Please?! * gives readers puppy dog eyes * Please?