Dru Not Throw The Ball



As she held the ball Master Dimheim gave her, the strong desire to toss it in the air and catch it filled her. But she fortunately had enough self control not to do so, as she stood beside the fountain just outside the Prancing Pony.

The exercises he had given her to strengthen her wrists made her feel foolish, and she was not going to do them in front of people unless it somehow seemed natural. The ball was somewhat natural seeming. It was made from the material of a flour sack, and filled with flour. She was to squeeze and pinch it, holding as long as she could.
She would need to push herself to regain her strength. She wanted to hold a pen. She wanted to hold her blades, rather than have them attached to her. She had to be as ready as she could be by the time she left for Gondor.

He kept too much faith in her. Seemed to think that she somehow was the key to him saving his family. He did not realize just how much work it was for her to both keep him alive, and keep herself from turning into the very thing she constantly fought.

He somehow looked up to her. She didn't feel she deserved it. Though he always seemed to get under her skin, she still did not wish to let him down. She wanted to live up to his seemingly impossible expectations, and would certainly do her best to do so. Nobody had respected her in such a way in...well...she  could not recall.
Ashwyneth and she were close friends, but they had drifted apart. And Ash had taken care of Dru more than Dru for her.

Dru thought of her words to Helmsgard, the more she frowned. "He is many things. But he is loyal, and that is a rare thing." She knew her words about Davamir were true...but why was she speaking to a stranger about him? Perhaps it was because he had brought the topic up himself. Or perhaps it was because...she had little in the way of friends she could speak to.

Did she know Dav was loyal? Wouldn't turn her in for the profit of his family? Perhaps he was simply manipulating her as many before him had.

She pressed her arm to her chest as a twinge of pain shot through it. She shook her head. What a brat. Still annoying her even when he wasn't there.

But nay. She trusted no one. Not even herself.