Post by SORAYA NIMAT DARZI on Apr 24, 2013 15:25:39 GMT -5
It was an odd impulse, but she had to stop herself from apologizing for apologizing. The impulse might not be so odd, after all. There were times when it had been almost a game with her father. One would do something accidentally and apologize, and the other would apologize for indirectly causing the accident. Her mother, who had grown up in New York, would either be annoyed at them or laugh and say they were so Canadian.
“All right.” Soraya got to her feet and dusted off her leggings again. The last thing she wanted was to do laundry and find that sand had gotten into half of her socks. “I suppose I’ll go, then. It was… nice to meet you.” It wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be rude, even to someone who had repeatedly pushed her back. If she had been offended by Arianna, it was her own fault. She could imagine her mother laughing and telling her to be tougher.
Instead, Soraya turned and walked away from the lake, pausing only to glance over her shoulder and say, “Good-bye.” Not bothering to wait for a response, she continued back to the castle, already starting to slip into the world of one of her stories.
“All right.” Soraya got to her feet and dusted off her leggings again. The last thing she wanted was to do laundry and find that sand had gotten into half of her socks. “I suppose I’ll go, then. It was… nice to meet you.” It wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be rude, even to someone who had repeatedly pushed her back. If she had been offended by Arianna, it was her own fault. She could imagine her mother laughing and telling her to be tougher.
Instead, Soraya turned and walked away from the lake, pausing only to glance over her shoulder and say, “Good-bye.” Not bothering to wait for a response, she continued back to the castle, already starting to slip into the world of one of her stories.