It was quite a while later when something actually came of his actions, but Emmett kept his resolve sheerly through the anger he felt and the quiet panic in him. He didn't know what else to do. As he sat there he realised this likely was not a great plan, that he had no real goal, but...he had to do something, and he couldn't stop now that he'd begun.
He stared back at Zariah until she spoke. She didn't look like a horrible dictator, yet her notice sure had made her sound like one.
As she spoke he stood, holding his axe loosely in his hand. "No, I ain'. I'm here to ask--" Emmett took a breath. This was the moment where he decided what the next part of his life was going to be like, he knew, but the anger took over. "--What the fuck you think y'doing, declarin' yourself leader of the Hallowed Grounds and alla that. In case you didn' know, there's others who've been here far longer than you, and we ain' just gonna bow down and take it. Actually come and talk to us, y'goddamn coward."
Spontaneous, emotional rant over he simply stood staring, his mouth drawn into a tight line.
He stared back at Zariah until she spoke. She didn't look like a horrible dictator, yet her notice sure had made her sound like one.
As she spoke he stood, holding his axe loosely in his hand. "No, I ain'. I'm here to ask--" Emmett took a breath. This was the moment where he decided what the next part of his life was going to be like, he knew, but the anger took over. "--What the fuck you think y'doing, declarin' yourself leader of the Hallowed Grounds and alla that. In case you didn' know, there's others who've been here far longer than you, and we ain' just gonna bow down and take it. Actually come and talk to us, y'goddamn coward."
Spontaneous, emotional rant over he simply stood staring, his mouth drawn into a tight line.
Emmett
The sun went down beyond yon hill, across the dreary moor
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
