Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Hersilia felt a sudden surge of adrenalin course through her body when Marid touched her and spoke of Shai-Hulud... the great sandworms of Arrakis. For a brief moment, her eyes shifted to glance at her shoulder where his hand had gone. But, they didn't linger. As he spoke, she turned to look back into his blue-on-blue eyes, those Fremen eyes that seemed to hold a mysteriously deep knowledge that she felt as though she could never understand, but knew that she must. Her life depended on it and her mother believed in her, as did others. She had Fremen blood after all, even if only a fraction! Hersilia just hoped the line that connected her was strong enough. And how it made her wish she'd gotten the chance to know her grandmother. Her own motherGhanimahadn't had the chance to know the fierce Fremen either, but from what she'd been able to learn and deduce, Chani daughter of Liet, had quite the legacy of her own much like the Atreides family did. If only she'd been allowed to learn more. Perhaps now she'd be given that chance. Now that she was in the desert. Hersilia nodded at Marid's words, doing her best to let the tension go, her body relax. The thought of calling and riding a great worm... it was both exciting and terrifying and it made her thoughts drift to her uncle for a moment. Blinking the thoughts away, she took in a breath and let it out. Feeling a bit better, she tilted her head and tried to focus on the present, pushing aside the dreams for the time being yet knowing they'd return once more once given the chance. They always did. Perking up at the mention of Muad'dib, Hersila shifted a bit and moved a bit closer to Marid as if trying to read his face, his eyes. Muad'dib... she whispered. I have heard tale of his war against the Harkonnen. She paused, swallowing hard. Of his... prophecies. Her eyes stared hard into Marid's, searching, reading. The legacy... Her voice trailed, going soft. She bit down on her lip, shifting once more where she sat. Tell me, as a Fremen, what are your thoughts on what has happened here on Arrakis? What is happening? Hersilia could see the results of her grandfather's rule, the religion he'd strived to createthe desert was receding, times were changing. And with those changes, the attacks on her family, especially on her, had grown. It was why her mother knew the birth of a girl had to be hiddenat least attempted to be hiddenand she'd known Irulan to be like another mother. It was why she had never been allowed to go anywhere or see anything, not even her brothers or the streets of Arrakeen. It was why she sat where she was in that very moment... her life in the hands of a Fremen who would guard and protect her, teach her the ways of this desert planet that was home. Looking into Marid's blue-on-blue eyes, Hersilia hoped to gain a better understanding. Irulan was always tight-lipped, never wanting to dwell on the matter. Though, she supposed it was for good reason. But she wasn't a child any longer and her life had never been normal. And now that she was on the run... what now? She couldn't hide forever. Eventually, a time would come when she'd have to return. What then? Would she be ready? After all, she didn't want to hide forever. She was Atreides. Daughter of Ghanima, granddaughter of Muad'dib. Niece of Emperor Leto II!