Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same? 

She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.

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[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"It got me in a lot of trouble back then... and punishment... But I'm not one to sacrifice my ideals easily."

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

"Of course it did! Leaders don't want people who can question, they want people who'll do what they say! And the only leaders worth following are the ones who answer the questions to your satisfaction, so long as you know when your questions are reasonable." High standards much, Mar?

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... those are few and far between... Thrall was one such leader."

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

"Don't take this the wrong way, now," he said, because half-elven heritage or not she still seemed to have the most in common with orcs, "but you ever think the Warchief of the Horde maybe shouldn't also be the leader of the orcs?"

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Hm?" She looked to him curiously, wondering exactly what he meant.