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Flyspur shrank into himself a bit. Rover was always protective of him, of course, but he certainly wasn’t used to this much attention. In fact, he didn't really know what to think of these whole last two days. In a way, he could hardly believe someone had even taken the time to try and kill him.

He looked over at Anne and the boys. "I really do appreciate all of this. I just... It's just hard to believe all this is happening."

Anne settled down near Flyspur and nodded. “It’s a weird feeling, isn’t it? To go through your life as a nobody, and then suddenly everyone knows your name, and everybody’s got strong opinions about you one way or the other? Especially when you didn’t ask for any of it.”

He looked up at her, his eyes widening a bit, surprised at how perfectly she had summed up the situation. "It's... overwhelming." He admitted quietly, realizing they may have more in common than he ever could have imagined. "How do you deal with it?"

She shrugged, looking down at her hands in her lap. “I do my best to own it? Lean into the good opinions. Use my new status for the benefit of the crew. But...” She gave an embarrassed smile. “I also cry myself to sleep a lot of the time. The ones who want me dead... Well, they’re definitely the minority... But it’s scary, and it hurts. I don’t know if it’ll ever stop hurting. I never wanted to be anyone’s nemesis."

She shook her head and stared into the middle-distance for a moment, a look of real sadness crossing her face. She sighed and looked down. Then she gave a small smile. “I’m grateful for my friends. For Rand, and the crew. And the kids. And Benson. And you guys.” She turned her smile on Flyspur. “You all make me feel safe, and remind me that I’m not crazy- That the ones who want to hurt me are the bad ones, not me.”

He curled his tail around his ankles and rested his chin on his knees, nodding a little at her words. He gave her a little smile. "We make you feel safe? After all we have put you through?"

She grinned and cocked her head. “Wellll, maybe I could’ve done without the Mafia stuff!” She shrugged. “Everything else has been pretty much par for the course, honestly. Anyway, most of the trouble we’ve had over the past few days has been thanks to the Shaksa, and they’re my problem, not yours.”

He smiled. "I do have wonderful friends. They are the reason I get up in the morning. And... I can't even express how kind you have all been." He looked over at the boys, satisfied that they were giggling and too distracted to be listening closely. "But, I can certainly relate to the crying yourself to sleep. I did a lot of that for a couple weeks after we left here. I never told Rover what all happened that day."

She listened sympathetically, hugging her knees. “Do you feel like talking about it now?” She asked gently.

He watched the boys for a moment as they chatted. Not only had he never told Rover, he had never told anyone else, either.

"When my mother found out I was going to leave with Rover... she locked me in a closet. Told me I had... betrayed... the family." His voice hitched a little. "My father said it was for my own good... that a Jssfloon couldn't make it in space. And Jtrel was so angry. I don't know how long I was in there before a friend found me and helped me get to Filniss. I'm... I'm sure they meant well..." Soul spots flickered on his face. "I didn't realize leaving would cause so much trouble for them."

Anne’s heart broke for Flyspur. “Oh, no...” She moaned quietly.

But she didn’t try to tell him that his family was bad. She didn’t think that would help. Flyspur still loved his family, and desperately wanted to believe the best of them. She suspected that part of the pain of this memory stemmed from the fact that even he couldn’t ignore how out of bounds their actions were.

“Maybe they did mean well. But... whatever was going on in their heads, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” She sighed. “I think I understand why you never told Rover.”

He nodded slowly. "He already thinks some pretty terrible things about them. I didn't want to make it worse. I feel... I feel like I should try to call them... to make amends, tell them I didn't mean to make things so hard for them." His lower hands started to wring in distress. It was clear that the thought terrified him. "But I don't know how they would respond."

She took a deep breath. She didn’t think it was a particularly good idea... but, maybe it would give Flyspur some closure.

“When speaking seems too difficult, writing a letter can often do the trick.” She suggested.

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes... That's not a bad idea. I could do that."

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More art from the RP! At this point it's pretty much all I'm drawing... Sorry!

So, due to a series of stressful, stressful events, the crews of our two ships have found themselves back on Jssfloon, Flyspur's home planet. Flyspur has discovered that, unbeknownst to him, his actions on leaving ten years ago sparked a revolution that led to both a serious two-year recession and dramatic social reforms (For the full story of Flyspur's 'escape' from Jssfloon, see chill13 's novel, Call to the Stars , free to read here on DA). As a result, half the populous see him as a hero, half see him as a pariah, and at least one mysterious stalker is actively trying to kill him...

Oddly, Anne can relate to some of this. Cue a nice little bonding moment.

Click here to learn more about my Topmost Topaz project.
Click here to learn more about chill13 's Hi-Ho-Hyperdrive project.

Description
Flyspur shrank into himself a bit. Rover was always protective of him, of course, but he certainly wasn’t used to this much attention. In fact, he didn't really know what to think of these whole last two days. In a way, he could hardly believe someone had even taken the time to try and kill him.

He looked over at Anne and the boys. "I really do appreciate all of this. I just... It's just hard to believe all this is happening."

Anne settled down near Flyspur and nodded. “It’s a weird feeling, isn’t it? To go through your life as a nobody, and then suddenly everyone knows your name, and everybody’s got strong opinions about you one way or the other? Especially when you didn’t ask for any of it.”

He looked up at her, his eyes widening a bit, surprised at how perfectly she had summed up the situation. "It's... overwhelming." He admitted quietly, realizing they may have more in common than he ever could have imagined. "How do you deal with it?"

She shrugged, looking down at her hands in her lap. “I do my best to own it? Lean into the good opinions. Use my new status for the benefit of the crew. But...” She gave an embarrassed smile. “I also cry myself to sleep a lot of the time. The ones who want me dead... Well, they’re definitely the minority... But it’s scary, and it hurts. I don’t know if it’ll ever stop hurting. I never wanted to be anyone’s nemesis."

She shook her head and stared into the middle-distance for a moment, a look of real sadness crossing her face. She sighed and looked down. Then she gave a small smile. “I’m grateful for my friends. For Rand, and the crew. And the kids. And Benson. And you guys.” She turned her smile on Flyspur. “You all make me feel safe, and remind me that I’m not crazy- That the ones who want to hurt me are the bad ones, not me.”

He curled his tail around his ankles and rested his chin on his knees, nodding a little at her words. He gave her a little smile. "We make you feel safe? After all we have put you through?"

She grinned and cocked her head. “Wellll, maybe I could’ve done without the Mafia stuff!” She shrugged. “Everything else has been pretty much par for the course, honestly. Anyway, most of the trouble we’ve had over the past few days has been thanks to the Shaksa, and they’re my problem, not yours.”

He smiled. "I do have wonderful friends. They are the reason I get up in the morning. And... I can't even express how kind you have all been." He looked over at the boys, satisfied that they were giggling and too distracted to be listening closely. "But, I can certainly relate to the crying yourself to sleep. I did a lot of that for a couple weeks after we left here. I never told Rover what all happened that day."

She listened sympathetically, hugging her knees. “Do you feel like talking about it now?” She asked gently.

He watched the boys for a moment as they chatted. Not only had he never told Rover, he had never told anyone else, either.

"When my mother found out I was going to leave with Rover... she locked me in a closet. Told me I had... betrayed... the family." His voice hitched a little. "My father said it was for my own good... that a Jssfloon couldn't make it in space. And Jtrel was so angry. I don't know how long I was in there before a friend found me and helped me get to Filniss. I'm... I'm sure they meant well..." Soul spots flickered on his face. "I didn't realize leaving would cause so much trouble for them."

Anne’s heart broke for Flyspur. “Oh, no...” She moaned quietly.

But she didn’t try to tell him that his family was bad. She didn’t think that would help. Flyspur still loved his family, and desperately wanted to believe the best of them. She suspected that part of the pain of this memory stemmed from the fact that even he couldn’t ignore how out of bounds their actions were.

“Maybe they did mean well. But... whatever was going on in their heads, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” She sighed. “I think I understand why you never told Rover.”

He nodded slowly. "He already thinks some pretty terrible things about them. I didn't want to make it worse. I feel... I feel like I should try to call them... to make amends, tell them I didn't mean to make things so hard for them." His lower hands started to wring in distress. It was clear that the thought terrified him. "But I don't know how they would respond."

She took a deep breath. She didn’t think it was a particularly good idea... but, maybe it would give Flyspur some closure.

“When speaking seems too difficult, writing a letter can often do the trick.” She suggested.

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes... That's not a bad idea. I could do that."

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More art from the RP! At this point it's pretty much all I'm drawing... Sorry!

So, due to a series of stressful, stressful events, the crews of our two ships have found themselves back on Jssfloon, Flyspur's home planet. Flyspur has discovered that, unbeknownst to him, his actions on leaving ten years ago sparked a revolution that led to both a serious two-year recession and dramatic social reforms (For the full story of Flyspur's 'escape' from Jssfloon, see chill13 's novel, Call to the Stars , free to read here on DA). As a result, half the populous see him as a hero, half see him as a pariah, and at least one mysterious stalker is actively trying to kill him...

Oddly, Anne can relate to some of this. Cue a nice little bonding moment.

Click here to learn more about my Topmost Topaz project.
Click here to learn more about chill13 's Hi-Ho-Hyperdrive project.