WARNING: ŸThis one might be a little higher rated than the others, but nothing to put big bells and whistles over, just a little higher. :)
Fight On
"Ugh," Morwen groaned wearily, casting another blood-soaked undergarment away from her and into the wash-bucket with distaste, "to be a woman is disgusting."
"I suppose it does have its trials." Rian agreed in that quiet way she had, putting her knitting to the side before rising to take the now boiling kettle off, away from the fire.
"Oh Rian, how can you always just be so calm and acceptant of everything?" Morwen asked her cousin in slight irritation, taking up Rian's mending and stitching a few holes shut for her, before returning to her own quilt.
"Well," she replied thoughtfully, pushing a wispy lock of mousy brown hair from her eyes and pursing her lips as she considered the question, "I like to think of the man I will someday meet, who I will want to make happiest in the world. Then I think of how glad I will be that I will be able to give him a child. It is nice to think that, even if I cannot get anything else worth mentioning done in my time here, I still have been given an amazing gift: that I can leave another person behind when I go.
There are little men and women coming, Morwen, and it is our duty to bring them here. People are amazing, complex, beautiful creatures, and are no easy task, but we must try.
So, anyway, you should always try your hardest to be good, and strong, and brave, but it is a nice thing, that even if you fail in those things, you can still give the world a person to try in your stead.
Even if you cannot be a person to be proud of yourself, you can still give someone else a chance." Rian finished, rather out of breath, smiling shyly at her cousin before busying herself with her knitting as if she had not said anything interesting at all.
"Rian, you really do never cease to surprise me with your little bits of insight." Morwen sighed fondly, brow furrowing in concentration as she struggled to tie a little knot with not enough thread, "Someday you will make somebody very happy you know, Rian."
"Well...I would not say that..."
"You just wait, someday you will realize I was right, dear girl." Morwen laughed in the smug way of one who knows a delicious secret, slipping Rian a crumpled note she had been told to deliver by a blushing warrior earlier that day, causing the poor girl to nearly faint dead away, much to her cousin's amusement.
Now, before you all kinslay me over Morwen's characterization, I have to defend myself a little bit: I think that she is a brave, proud, and strong woman, who will never show weakness, especially in front of rivals. The only times she occasionally crumbles is around Rian, or her husband, but only occasionally and briefly(this drabble was one of those rare moments). She always tends to put the weight and responsibility of things on herself, and it gets to be pretty heavy sometimes. The problem with Morwen is that, at least the way I see it, she is always trying to push herself too hard, believing she can handle more than is realistic. She the kind of person who, when she was a kid, jumped off the roof of the great hall just because some other kid told her he didn't think she could, and then pretended she was all right after everyone was asking her if she was ok when she had broken at least one bone upon hitting the ground. :)
Anyway, if any of you guys don't know sweet little Rian's story, go look her up on Wikipedia or something and get your tear-buckets ready. :((
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