Every word could make or break you, make 'em celebrate or hate you
Though she didn't have much to say, many suggestions, there was still a part of Hester that insisted she attend the inaugural council meeting. She wanted to be involved, wanted to be an active member of the community, wanted to see her still unfortunately active crush object in charge officially for the first time. It's exciting, no matter her underlying reasons. And it seems to be going smoothly, at least, until the stranger stands.
Strangers were less uncommon now than they'd ever been before, but something about this one made Hester uncomfortable, even before he spoke. And his words only rub her the wrong way, the quiet voice nearly bordering on a bored arrogance. She turns, where she is seated, to stare at him, wondering if anyone is going to say anything. Brown eyes turn back to Morgan, Hester worrying her lip before she stood, straight as she can.
There is a marked difference between performing and speaking in front of the community, but Hester tries to tap into her confidence, if only to keep her voice from shaking as she speaks, sure that she is not alone in feeling patronized by this man. "We used the Academy building as a safe place for the community over Longnight. Why would it not continue to operate in that capacity, serving all of us, instead of only a few?" As she speaks, her nervous hands grow still, and her voice grows louder. "Should we not be reclaiming these places as our own, instead of letting strangers divide us?"
Strangers were less uncommon now than they'd ever been before, but something about this one made Hester uncomfortable, even before he spoke. And his words only rub her the wrong way, the quiet voice nearly bordering on a bored arrogance. She turns, where she is seated, to stare at him, wondering if anyone is going to say anything. Brown eyes turn back to Morgan, Hester worrying her lip before she stood, straight as she can.
There is a marked difference between performing and speaking in front of the community, but Hester tries to tap into her confidence, if only to keep her voice from shaking as she speaks, sure that she is not alone in feeling patronized by this man. "We used the Academy building as a safe place for the community over Longnight. Why would it not continue to operate in that capacity, serving all of us, instead of only a few?" As she speaks, her nervous hands grow still, and her voice grows louder. "Should we not be reclaiming these places as our own, instead of letting strangers divide us?"
Hester
