I feel as if I have let the Weir forget that I am an alpha. I give them orders and they obey only as it pleases them. Arianne is not alone in this attitude.

It. Will. Stop.

"Fuck about it sums it up." Altair agrees, shaking his head. "So here we are, in the valley of death, with an unconcious Feldane. Least we've got each other." There's a slight manic grin. "Isn't it nice to have family?"

That one would chose one's leader by debate is a foreign concept. That the debate sounded more like the pissing and moaning of infantile boys is even more foreign.  That Corwin had his blade in my father's neck, should it be true, is enough to make him King in my eyes. That father let him do it, begged him to do it, worries me.

I need to find some

It's a fine dance the Weir are having to play. Torn between the urge to be what we are and having to bow to Amber.  I commend those who are making the transition so well, and worry for them as well. And sometimes, I look in the mirror, and I'm not sure anymore which side I'm on, which me is the real me ( Read more... )