Beth hates the knowledge that a man is starving to death, but every time she thinks of doing something about it, she remembers Byerly's words. Anyway, please bring up the prospect of democracy in front of Piotr Vorkosigan, and please invite me along to watch. That would be a sight to see. Confronting the count, having hardly spoken to him, won't save a guilty man from an ugly fate. But watching it happen sickens her.
She spends her time among the horses and the weapons, riding and practicing the basic sword skills she's started to pick up. It's easy to find her working in the mess hall, too, cooking without much enthusiasm.
And she's out of the cast, for what it's worth. The only outward scars from her experiences at home are the two on her face.
[graveyard]
"I'm sorry for your loss," Beth tells a villager, her expression gone somber. The size of the coffin set near the half-dug grave makes it obvious who was lost; no one but a child could fit inside. She tries not to think of Judith, or of anyone she knows at all. Gesturing to the shovels two villagers hold, she asks, "Could we help you?"
When she gets a nod in return, she glances at the closest outsider to her, raising her eyebrows in a you're going help, right? kind of way. This is hard enough for the family without them having to hack through the frozen ground alone.
[party]
Beth doesn't bother with the maple mead, but otherwise, she's delighted by the party. It's warm--by Barrayar standards, anyway--it's bright, and it's full of kind people. And she got dinner, so it's perfect.
Aside, at least, from the way people notice she's sober and try to help her. She finds it more amusing than anything, though she quietly passes the alcohol on after.
"They keep giving me cups," she says, holding out an untouched glass. "Do you want it?"
She's as easily found singing with the musicians or dancing to the music, though she has no idea what the steps are. If you need an excuse to get dragged into a dance, Beth is a perfect option; she'll gladly try to coax just about anybody into a dance. "Come on--it's fun."
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beth greene | barrayar
Beth hates the knowledge that a man is starving to death, but every time she thinks of doing something about it, she remembers Byerly's words. Anyway, please bring up the prospect of democracy in front of Piotr Vorkosigan, and please invite me along to watch. That would be a sight to see. Confronting the count, having hardly spoken to him, won't save a guilty man from an ugly fate. But watching it happen sickens her.
She spends her time among the horses and the weapons, riding and practicing the basic sword skills she's started to pick up. It's easy to find her working in the mess hall, too, cooking without much enthusiasm.
And she's out of the cast, for what it's worth. The only outward scars from her experiences at home are the two on her face.
[graveyard]
"I'm sorry for your loss," Beth tells a villager, her expression gone somber. The size of the coffin set near the half-dug grave makes it obvious who was lost; no one but a child could fit inside. She tries not to think of Judith, or of anyone she knows at all. Gesturing to the shovels two villagers hold, she asks, "Could we help you?"
When she gets a nod in return, she glances at the closest outsider to her, raising her eyebrows in a you're going help, right? kind of way. This is hard enough for the family without them having to hack through the frozen ground alone.
[party]
Beth doesn't bother with the maple mead, but otherwise, she's delighted by the party. It's warm--by Barrayar standards, anyway--it's bright, and it's full of kind people. And she got dinner, so it's perfect.
Aside, at least, from the way people notice she's sober and try to help her. She finds it more amusing than anything, though she quietly passes the alcohol on after.
"They keep giving me cups," she says, holding out an untouched glass. "Do you want it?"
She's as easily found singing with the musicians or dancing to the music, though she has no idea what the steps are. If you need an excuse to get dragged into a dance, Beth is a perfect option; she'll gladly try to coax just about anybody into a dance. "Come on--it's fun."
[wildcard]
[If you have another idea, have at! You can PM me or PP